"You're quite the talker, just like your third uncle," Dong Jing's mother said, clearly pleased.
Yu Ziqian catered to her delight, continuing, "I'm just being honest, you're much more beautiful than my grandma."
Dong Jing's mother was even happier. Wen Rufeng used to be an absolute beauty, chased by countless men. Now, this little one claimed she was even prettier than Wen Rufeng, and that was music to her ears. "You're not just trying to make me happy, are you? How could I possibly be prettier than your grandma? Wasn't she once voted the most beautiful female entrepreneur on television?"
"My grandma is indeed an entrepreneur and certainly a female one, but she's definitely not an actual beauty. She's decent-looking, but her demeanor isn't as gentle; she's somewhat too tough. I think men wouldn't like my grandma's type but would prefer someone like you."
"You little rascal, always saying what I like to hear," Dong Jing's mother was grinning from ear to ear.
