On the day of her ancestral recognition, Fu Siying had Wendy style her image. She prepared two sets of clothes, and the one she wore was more formal, as she needed to pay respects to the Fu family ancestors.
When she came downstairs, Yu Yiwan glanced at her, and despite the discomfort in her heart, she had to admit that this girl was indeed very beautiful, with a dazzling beauty. Especially with today's hairstyle, it revealed her smooth and full forehead.
Her features looked particularly delicate, and combined with the maintenance she had at Wendy's club these past days, her face was like a shelled egg, fair and tender, almost like a lotus emerging from water.
No wonder Fu Mohan had been captivated outside for about half a year before returning home; it seems this little brat not only inherited the Fu family's looks but also her mother's beauty in her features.
Suppressing her displeasure, she asked, "Is everything ready?"
"Yes." Fu Siying nodded lightly in response.
