Soon, under Ling'er's repeated "entanglements," Ling Feng had no choice but to visit her home for a short while.
From the size of this mansion and its various gardens, artificial hills, paintings, and porcelain, Ling Feng could roughly discern the wealth of the Lin Family. However, unlike the imposing aura exuding from every corner of the General Mansion, it carried a whiff of merchant's air.
Lin Moyao instructed the servants to prepare tea and refreshments, and they chatted casually for a moment, mostly expressing words of thanks.
However, it was Ling'er, the curious little girl, who truly loved gossip. One moment she would ask if brother already knew little aunt from before?
Then the next moment she would ask why little aunt's face was always red?
The situation became extremely awkward!
Lin Moyao glared fiercely at the little girl, feeling an urge to sew her little mouth shut.
Finally, the entrance of an older butler dissolved the increasingly awkward atmosphere.
