Nian Xiaomu: "…!!"
Greet her?
How should she greet her?
They had just gotten together; if she followed suit and called her Grandma, would she appear to be too frivolous?
Lifting her head up, Nian Xiaomu took a glance at her and pursed her lips nervously. Just when the word "matriarch" was about to leave her mouth, Matriarch Yu, who had been sitting on the sofa, suddenly stood up.
As she grabbed Nian Xiaomu's hand, an excited look that could not be concealed appeared on her face.
"Why are you still frozen there? Quick, call me Grandma. I want to hear it!"
Just like someone who had suddenly regained her composure from a shock, the smiling expression on Matriarch Yu's face kept on surfacing.
She grasped Nian Xiaomu's hand tightly.
"I knew it! I felt that Yuehan and you had great affinity right from the first time that I saw you. I never thought that he had really won you over…"