"Auntie looks so beautiful!"
"This dress is so ethereal!"
Watching Lin Xiamo on the TV screen, Shen Yanran couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
Today, Lin Xiamo was wearing a white long dress with ethnic characteristics, adorned with patterns resembling flowing clouds, and vine-like silver embroidery that meandered up the hem, sparkling under the lights.
"Old Lin, Momo doesn't have a boyfriend yet, does she?"
Old Shen, standing beside Lin Moxuan, asked a question.
"No, she doesn't!"
Lin Moxuan nodded lightly.
"I wonder which lucky rascal she'll end up with in the future."
"Whoever marries Momo will really have ancestors smiling in their graves!"
Old Shen sighed once more.
Upon hearing his words, Shen Yixiao instinctively glanced at his own father, since he was the first person to know about his father and second aunt being together, and had profited quite a bit from it.
