Si Mingjing had always loved to delve into details, never missing any hint or clue. Standing next to Ye Xinguang, she refrained from initiating conversations with her maternal relatives, instead listening to the exchanges between Ye Junqing and his wife and her maternal family, perfectly poised to observe everyone.
Even as everyone's gaze eventually fell upon her, she merely offered a demure and composed smile, resembling a lotus flower standing elegantly above the surface of a lake.
"Ajiu..."
At that moment, a noble middle-aged woman approached Si Mingjing.
Si Mingjing guessed that she must be Bai Chuanfeng.
