"An Shi, right?" Old Madame Jiang smiled and touched her hand.
"Yes, Madam. My name is Xia Anshi." Xia Anshi said quietly and obediently.
Old Madame Jiang's expression suddenly changed." What's your name? It's time for you to call Grandma."
Xia Anshi was greatly flattered by Old Madame Jiang's enthusiasm. Based on common sense, should n' t the old madame of the Wealthy Class not be attracted to a girl like her? Why was it different to Old Madame Jiang here?
Wen Lanshan Wen Jing had a faint smile on her face. She asked Xia Anshi to ask for help and then handed a cup of tea to Old Madame Jiang.
Old Madame Jiang didn't even turn his head. The tacit understanding that had formed over the years, he reached out to take the teacup. His eyes still did n' t leave the Xia Anshi and took a sip.
