This person, recognized by Grandma Shen, is the eldest niece of her own husband, in other words, her son's cousin. What fairy? Second Aunt Yu patted her son's head: "Don't speak carelessly."
"How did I speak carelessly?" Shen Dongdong raised his uninjured hand to touch his head, feeling that his mother, like others today, seemed to be harboring a secret.
"A perfectly normal person, why call her a fairy?"
No matter how elegant Zhuang Ruyu's demeanor was, she was still of the Shen family's bloodline. Zhuang Ruyu could not erase this fact.
Second Aunt Yu wondered if her husband's niece, who had now reached a level so different from the Shen family, looked down on them and didn't want to recognize her ancestry.
Thinking of Hua Miaobing's other son, who lost himself in obsession, wasn't it the same way?
But right now, with Zhuang Ruyu accompanying her husband to visit the temple fair with the Shen family, what did that mean? Was it a showdown?
