"Young master, the old lady is waiting for you inside."
As soon as the butler finished speaking, an old lady with bound feet walked over from behind. She was wearing a brocade-edged embroidered jacket, looking quite spirited. Her hair was curled fashionably, her face full of wrinkles, her cheekbones a bit high, and her small inverted triangular eyes made her look somewhat sharp and acerbic.
Though she looked elderly, she wasn't lacking in strength. She pushed the butler aside and walked directly in front of Bo Yimo. "Little Mo, since you're already here, no need to be shy. Let grandma make you some..."
She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Tong Yan sitting inside. Her eyebrows furrowed as she unceremoniously asked, "Who are you?"
Her gaze fell on their clasped hands, and her voice rose, "What are you doing pulling and tugging at Little Mo? As a young lady, you should have self-respect. It's truly scandalous!"
