But the lotus flowers on the cheongsam were lifelike, and the woman had an elegant aura about her, with fair skin and a beautiful neck revealed at the collar, as if the garment had been tailor-made for her.
Su Ran was dazzled at first sight.
Her gaze gradually moved upward until it reached the woman's face, and, uh...
Braids and black-rimmed glasses?
Those accessories halved the classical literary charm she emanated.
What a waste of natural beauty!
"Yizhi, Shuyun."
Seeing the two of them, Chu Xiyao was the first to greet them.
However, when she looked at the woman beside Fu Yizhi, a hint of disgust flashed through her eyes.
Su Ran raised an eyebrow. Shuyun?
Even the name was so poetically graceful.
Fu Yizhi, holding the woman's hand, stepped forward and greeted everyone.
"Grandfather, Big Brother, Second Brother, Sister Chu."
"Old Master Fu, Big Brother Fu, Second Brother Fu, Miss Chu."
She greeted everyone and was directly pulled by Fu Yizhi over to Su Ran.
