How Pitiful

Yang Guifang laughed along and said, "Mrs. Bai, you're so elegant and beautiful, your daughter must be really pretty too." 

Leng Jing whipped out her cell phone and unlocked it. Her wallpaper was a photo of Leng Yuxi. She said, "This is my daughter. She's the only girl in the family so she has been spoiled growing up."

Yang Guifang couldn't help but raise her hand to touch the screen. With a rare touch of kindness in her eyes, she said, "Ah, she's really beautiful. Is there anyone she likes? She will definitely marry a good man in the future."

The smile hanging on the corners of Leng Jing's mouth stiffened, and she couldn't help but look at Yan Jinyi. "She does carry a torch for someone." 

"The person that your daughter likes must be very blissful."

Leng Jing did not answer them and instead just smiled perfunctorily.

"I really wish I'd have the chance to meet your daughter, Mrs. Bai." Yang Guifang suddenly sighed.

"Meet my daughter?"