Su Qing glanced at the stunned middle-aged woman and quickly scanned the original owner's memories. 'Ah, so this is the original owner's first aunt-in-law, Zheng Erlian.'
Come to think of it, this was the first time she had met Zheng Erlian since she arrived.
It was no wonder Zheng Erlian didn't recognize Su Qing at first glance.
In the past few years with the Old Su Family, Su Qing had always been sallow and emaciated, with dull, yellowish hair. She wore ragged clothes and carried herself with a timid, withdrawn air.
But the Su Qing of today was a different person. After two or three months of recuperating, she was no longer fragile, sallow, and emaciated. Her hair was no longer dry and yellowed. And while her clothes weren't new, they were clean and tidy. On top of that, with dusk falling, Zheng Erlian hadn't immediately noticed the scar on Su Qing's left cheek. That was why she was so shocked to hear Su Mei's words.
