"This must be Nuannuan, right?" The old woman's eyes had always been fixed on Qin Xiangmei, trying to find traces of her own daughter in Qin Xiangmei's face. But she was truly disappointed—there was nothing, absolutely nothing. Qin Xiangnuan she was looking at bore not a single resemblance to Du Ping, although the child was pretty and cute in her own way, she was not the familiar face.
Qin Xiangmei turned her face away, pouting unwillingly.
"Brother, who's this dirty old woman? Let's go, she stinks to death."
And these words wounded Granny Lu, causing her to involuntarily step back, feeling utterly ashamed of herself.
