Old Madam Cao smiled until her eyes narrowed. She held Yu Youyao's hand and turned to look at her. "This must be your darling, Yao Yao, whom you've been raising since she was young." Before Old Madam Yu could finish speaking, she turned around again. As she sized up Yu Youyao, she smiled. "She's a delicate and beautiful person. If I had such a granddaughter, I'm afraid I would dote on her so much that she would find it unbearable."
This praise was really heartfelt.
Even Yu Jianjia couldn't help but lower her head when she heard this. She immediately felt that the tea in her mouth had lost its taste.
Yu Youyao pursed her lips and smiled shyly.
She was a growing child, but her eyes were naturally smooth. Every move she made exuded the aura of a noblewoman. Her thin figure was very delicate, and there was indeed a delicate fragrance on her thin back.
How many families in the capital could afford to raise such a delicate and expensive person?
