"You're such a sweet talker, little one. But I'm not your big sister—you should call me Grandma." Madam Zhan's heart relaxed a little.
"But you're too young to be a grandma. Calling you that would make you sound old."
'You can often tell if a person is good or bad just by looking at them.' Madam Zhan had the gentle grace of an orchid, exuding a calm and comforting aura. Because of this, Ye Qianning didn't feel any aversion to her.
"Haha, everyone gets old eventually," Madam Zhan said, though she was secretly delighted. "But calling me 'sister' would mix up the generations. You really should call me Grandma."
Ye Qianning thought for a moment before saying, "Alright then, Pretty Grandma."
Madam Zhan froze for a second. The tip of her nose tingled, and with a trembling hand, she stroked the girl's head. "Oh, you... you sweet child."
A pang of emotion struck Zhan Chi as he watched. 'She called her Grandma... Does that mean she accepts us?'
