After dinner, night had fallen. Shen Jing hadn't spoken much with the old lady, feeling that the Zhou family members were always impassive, spoke little, and seemed emotionally distant.
She finally saw the renowned Xiangshan Courtyard, filled with maple leaves and, it seemed, just as many rules. She also learned that the old lady's favorite pastime was raising parrots to relieve boredom.
On the path to the long corridor in the backyard, she happened to cross paths with a six-year-old child who was cheerfully passing by, politely saying, "Hello, Little Uncle."
Upon seeing Shen Jing, the child suddenly became polite, bowing and greeting in a sweet, high-pitched voice, "Hello, Little Auntie! You're finally here."
At this address, Shen Jing hid behind Zhou Luchen, whispering in protest, "Being called that... am I really that old?"
Zhou Luchen could only laugh and shield her behind him. "Fine, Jingjing is the pretty Little Auntie."
