Porcelain Doll

Jiang An's expression froze, and she coughed twice to cover it up. She turned her eyes back to the front. Seeing this, Zou Bai also retracted his gaze, and the corners of his mouth curled up imperceptibly.

Old Madam Zou was the most senior among them. Li Mei and Jiang Hai sat side by side, and Wen Li sat on the other side of Old Madam Zou. The two juniors stood behind their respective mothers.

Old Madam Zou looked at Jiang An and reached out her hand to her. She said gently, "Good child, come forward and let me take a look."

When Jiang An saw Li Mei nod slightly at her, she went forward and grabbed Old Madam Zou's hand. She greeted her obediently, "Madam."

Old Madam Zou smiled and nodded. She looked Jiang An up and down. "You've looked like a porcelain doll since you were young. You indeed grew up to be a beauty."