When Feng Qingxue appeared, the mother and daughter stopped speaking and turned to look at her. A flash of astonishment involuntarily passed through their eyes; the elder one showing intrigue after her initial surprise, while the younger one revealing a hint of jealousy.
The mother and daughter looked similar with the same elegant eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a melon-shaped face.
The mother looked a bit thinner and more aged, while the daughter a touch chubby in her infantility.
Upon closer inspection, they actually resembled Wang Jiao a bit, but Wang Jiao was more pretty and delicate.
Of course, this was referring to Wang Jiao before her pregnant days. Now, with her round face, double chin and barrel waist, lying in bed waiting for her mother-in-law to take care of her confinement, her beauty was far behind that of the mother and daughter in front of her.