Shen Zhixuan and the Old Madam Shen affectionately embraced each other.
"Zhixuan, Lingling is indeed just as you described, exceedingly endearing. I really like her a lot!" Old Madam Shen quickly switched the topic to Zhong Lingling.
After all, Old Madam Shen was already eighty years old, devoid of any scheming or ulterior motives.
She had no idea that speaking in such a manner would embarrass Zhong Lingling, she only knew that she genuinely liked the girl and thus expressed her thoughts quite bluntly, without much concealment.
Shen Zhixuan also felt a bit embarrassed.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced in Zhong Lingling's direction, and she merely nodded at him politely.
During this time, Xiang Yimo remained silent, showing no particular expression, making it impossible to discern whether he was pleased or angry.
"Lingling, come over here!" Old Madam Shen called out to Zhong Lingling.
