Yang Hongling jumped down quietly. She was wearing a purple classic dress that covered her arms and legs completely. She wore an expensive jade bracelet on her wrist. Even her delicate and small earlobes were wearing earrings. They were also purple. They matched her clothes and matched her hairpins, which accentuated her noble and family background.
She walked over in small steps and stopped at the door. Her voice was very soft, as if she was biting her tongue."Uncle, Auntie!"
Zheng Rou was overjoyed. Wasn't he waiting for her? "You're here!""