Zhang Ting is already a nineteen-year-old young woman and quite attractive. She's tall and graceful, which is acceptable. Because she spent two years as a sent-down youth, she hasn't had a boyfriend yet. Her personality takes after her mother, Lin Cuifen, skilled in calculation.
Seeing her mother with an unpleasant look, she quickly smiled sweetly and walked over, squeezing in to sit next to the elderly lady.
"Grandma, Tingting misses you and Grandpa so much. The transportation in the countryside is inconvenient; even writing a letter takes a long time and might get lost on the way. Tingting can't frequently contact the family. Are you and Grandpa well?" Her voice was gentle and pleasing, combined with an intentionally displayed well-behaved and sensible demeanor, which lowered the elderly lady's guard.
After all, she's her biological granddaughter. Although because of her mother, there wasn't much closeness to this only granddaughter, deep down, there was still affection.
