After hearing Li Liping's form of address for the woman, Lin Feng naturally recognized the elegant, dignified woman in the fur coat before him as Wang Yueqin, Cao Ying's mother and the wife of the mayor of Jiangzhou City.
Wang Yueqin had given birth to Cao Ying, a great beauty possessing both charm and appearance. Naturally, Wang Yueqin was a beauty herself. Her still-youthful face was full of elegance and intelligence, embodying both beauty and nobility. The polite smile on her face, rather than revealing her attitude, was more of a mask.
Lin Feng could not see through Wang Yueqin's true intentions, but he could sense that, at this moment, Wang Yueqin was not in a good mood.
"Li Ping," Wang Yueqin's expression turned stern. She spoke to Li Liping coldly, her tone indifferent, "didn't I tell you to go straight back to school for your classes? Why are you here? Are you taking my words lightly, or do you think I, as your aunt, have no control over you?"
