Zhao Youlin sensed her son's nervousness. She caressed his small head and comforted him, "We're going to visit your... grandma first. She's friendly. Joy, be a good boy and be polite later. If you do, Grandma would like you as much as Great-grandpa, got it?"
"Got it." Joy nodded obediently and held Zhao Youlin's hand. They walked around an elegant courtyard full of plain white flowers and into a secluded small loft.
When they opened the big wooden door, they were greeted by a graceful figure in white.
"Madam, the eldest lady and the young master of the third generation have arrived."
Within Zhao Youlin's expectation, she was a very elegant and dignified woman.
Her elegance was different than Li Hongyu's who was of lower class and ostentatiously pretended to put on airs as a noblewoman. Meanwhile, the noble air she produced came from within her bones. Every movement she made, every smile she gave, and every furrow of her brow was perfect. No one could find any flaws.
