Xin Lin had just entered when she saw Wan Niang greeting the guests.
After leaving Fengdong, Wan Niang, although no longer dressed in silk garments, replaced them with a simple bamboo hairpin and cloth skirt.
However, Wan Niang seemed to radiate a vitality she never had before in Fengdong.
Her fair face was rosy, and her brows and eyes sparkled.
"Business is doing well."
Xin Lin walked up with a smile.
Wan Niang was momentarily stunned upon seeing Xin Lin, but soon her face lit up with joy.
She quickly instructed someone to attend to the guests and pulled Xin Lin into the dining area.
"Xin Lin, you've finally come back. Ziyue and I were worried sick."
By now, Wan Niang was familiar with Xin Lin, knowing that although Xin Lin often appeared petite, she was about the same age as Ziyue.
Xin Lin had helped the mother and daughter greatly; she was their savior.
Wan Niang knew Xin Lin had lost her mother and felt much compassion for the child.
