Ningwan carefully observed Xia Luo.
She had indeed grown up, looking quite different from when she was little. Yet, there was still a trace of her childhood self.
She resembled her mother very much, but when you looked closely, her eyes and brows were more like her father's. It seemed as if on the foundation of both parents, she was further refined, thus becoming more beautiful.
Back in the day, Feng Qianru was the most famous socialite in Jiangcheng, a well-known beauty.
Xia Luo surpassed her.
"So pretty, no wonder Xiao likes you so much," Ningwan said with a smile.
Xia Luo's face turned red.
"I heard from Xiao that you have a younger brother, why didn't you bring him along today?" Ningwan asked with a hint of regret.
Xia Luo: "He's at school, not at home. It's my first visit, not convenient to bring him along, I'll bring him next time."
"Xiao also has a younger sister, but she's not in Jiangcheng either. Once she's back for the holidays, you can meet her," Ningwan said.
