All along, guests and servants curiously looked on, wondering what distinguished guest could warrant the lady of the house to personally come to meet them?
"Are you Huahan?"
As soon as Zhu Qiyun arrived, she fixed her gaze on Zhang Huahan.
Zhang Huahan promptly curtsied: "Huahan greets Aunt."
"Get up quickly!"
Zhu Qiyun quickly helped Zhang Huahan up, holding her hand tightly: "Let Aunt take a good look at you." She examined Zhang Huahan closely and exclaimed, both surprised and delighted, "You resemble your mother, these brows and eyes look just like hers."
Zhang Huahan's eyelids drooped slightly, her expression somewhat bashful, as she allowed Zhu Qiyun to scrutinize her.
Zhu Qiyun held Zhang Huahan's hand for a while before she had looked enough, then she apologetically turned to Madam Su: "I must have made Madam laugh."
Madam Su, understanding, said: "Please don't say that, I understand. You've missed your niece for so long, naturally you want to be close."
