Qiao Nian was not used to being treated with such enthusiasm, and found herself quite overwhelmed.
Holding onto Qiao Nian's hand, Matriarch Gu began walking into the house. Her gaze landed on Qiao Nian's face and she spoke gently, as if she was afraid of scaring Qiao Nian. "My darling child, how old are you this year?"
"Twenty-four."
"Good, good!" The smile on Matriarch Gu's face grew even brighter. "You're a good girl!"
Qiao Nian grew even more confused. All she had done was answer Matriarch Gu's question about her age. Just for that, she was called a "good girl"?
"Oh!" Matriarch Gu suddenly exclaimed.
Startled, Qiao Nian froze.
