"Shaohua, your mother is speaking to you, did you hear me?" Pu Xiang looked at her daughter who was clearly daydreaming, feeling both angry and amused.
Ye Shaohua then lifted her head and nodded to the mother of this world, "I heard you."
The original occupant of the body had always held a high position and possessed significant strength herself, with a youthful and proud demeanor. She always carried a sense of superiority, even when looking at others.
But now, while the face remained the same, Pu Xiang felt that something was different.
Just those eyes alone, clearer than before, made Pu Xiang realize for the first time that her daughter, when serious, could outshine any international superstar.
However, as she kept looking, she couldn't help but sigh.