Rose Manor, Yan Family.
Early this morning, visitors had arrived at the house.
"Grandpa Yan, Grandma Yan, Uncle, Auntie," Qi Muyao said, wearing a waist-cinched goose yellow coat, her curly long hair gently resting on her shoulders, her face adorned with delicate light makeup, her figure slender, and her demeanor elegant. From head to toe, inside and out, she exuded the grace of a lady of high society.
Old Mrs. Yan sized her up and down, smiling satisfactorily, "Muyao has grown so beautiful. Come, tell Grandma Yan, do you have a boyfriend yet?"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room revealed knowing smiles.
Madame Qi said with a laugh, "Muyao, Grandma Yan is asking you a question."
Qi Muyao seemed a bit shy, looking downward slightly, her voice soft as a mosquito's, "Not yet."
"Is that so?" Old Mrs. Yan suddenly became even happier, barely able to contain it, and called for a servant, "Quick, go and call Asheng over."
Qi Muyao: "..."
