Mingming was laughing just a second ago.
Even though Lin Fang didn't want to go out of her way to please someone who was ignoring her, she still had to put on a smile and woo the Shangguan family's matriarch. "Madam, my name is Lin Fang. Lin Guihua is my aunt," she said.
Lin Fang was confident in her charm; she believed she could win over this old woman.
"Madam, I heard from my aunt that you're in your sixties, going on seventies, but you don't look a day over forty or fifty!" she praised.
Who doesn't enjoy a good compliment?
If there's one skill Lin Fang lacks not, it's flattery. She knows exactly what everyone wants to hear.
It's comparable to the old saying, "Speak the language of the listener."
If the matriarch hadn't met Lin Fang at the clothing market, she would probably have been quite fond of this eloquent potential daughter-in-law.
But now, all she felt was disdain!
The old lady frowned and said nothing.
The smile on Lin Fang's face began to falter.