Lun Yiyi clapped her hands, and a woman walked in from outside the hall.
Around thirty years old, she was holding a baby who was still being breastfed.
She had a deep crease between her eyebrows, clearly from long-term frowning, and the skin on her arms was wrinkled, as if from being immersed in water for years.
Liu Mianmian had no significant impression, only found her somewhat familiar, but Liu Zhi's expression changed, though she also seemed somewhat uncertain.
She entered with lowered eyes, respectfully bowing to Lun Yiyi and Madam Bo while holding the child, "Greetings to Madam Bo, greetings to Miss Lun!"
Lun Yiyi smiled and said, "No need to be so courteous!"
Madam Bo whispered, "Yiyi, what are you doing?"
Lun Yiyi replied softly, "Aunt, just for a moment, if Cousin wants to marry this woman, you should at least know clearly what kind of person she is!"
The woman straightened up with the child, but still avoided looking directly.
