The banquet begins.
At the main seat sits Bai Yulan's mother, Bai Yun.
Bai Yun looks to be only in her fifties, but is actually sixty-six.
Her slightly gray hair is meticulously combed,
wearing a dark red Chinese qipao, with a string of pearls with excellent qualities around her neck.
Just sitting quietly, she exudes an aura of elegance and opulence.
Yet when she looks at Jiang Tao, her gaze is gentle and filled with a smile.
The more she looks, the more she finds this young man pleasing; the more she looks, the more satisfied she feels.
"Xiao Jiang, and He Jing, my dear girl, don't hold back, eat more."
Bai Yun gestured at the sumptuous dishes on the table, her tone as loving as if addressing her own younger generation.
"It's all thanks to your warning, Xiao Jiang, otherwise our Yulan would have been in great danger this time..."
As Bai Yun spoke, her voice choked slightly, leaving the rest unsaid.
