Another one was much younger, even younger than Shen Jiayin, a young girl with delicate features on her small face, with the same willow eyebrows and big eyes as the older woman, unmistakably showing the two were related by blood. Her attire was as outstanding as the older woman's in the crowd, wearing a pretty pink modified cheongsam with a white fur coat, making her appear even more exquisite than the petite Wang Yujun.
Seeing Shen Jiayin's gaze seemed to come her way, the young girl immediately raised her eyes, her long and delicate eyelashes like a doll's, exquisitely looking like someone from a painting, her shiny black eyes flowing with luster, giving Shen Jiayin a half-smile.
Shen Jiayin looked at these two people and her first feeling was, anyone could tell they came from extraordinary families. Not just from their clothing, but also from their speech and manners, dignified and elegant, making one feel like they were in a period drama from the Republican era.
