"You and your mother are becoming more and more alike," Chang Mei said with an inexplicable tenderness, directed at the familiar smile that played upon Su Ziceng's face.
"Hello, Aunt," Yan Wuxu also greeted her nervously.
Listening to the voice, it was the female student she had met before. Chang Mei withdrew her gaze from Su Ziceng's face, and with a turn, her eyes landed on Yan Wuxu again.
Chang Mei was generally a pleasant person, or at least she knew how to feign kindness in front of most people. But when she got a clear look at Yan Wuxu, her expression changed; it shifted from a benevolent elder to a spiteful woman in a flash.
She ranted senselessly, "Ziceng, what kind of ragtag friends have you made? Is someone as poor as her fit to attend tomorrow's event? As the young lady of the Su Family, you should know your priorities when making friends." She spoke without consideration for feelings, like a bellows that had sprung a leak, huffing heavily as she went on.
