Ye Qingci smiled and said, "No need to be so polite."
She looked at Ruan Yuezhu, "Mom, is this okay? I think Xiao Zheng is very young. Having her watch the children for us, won't that be too much for her?"
"Not at all," before Ruan Yuezhu could speak, Ruan Xiaozheng said, "Sister, coming here to help you look after the children is my own choice. I like kids, and besides, I don't have a job nor do I plan to find one. My work is embroidery, which I can do at home while the babies sleep."
Ye Qingci took a good look at her.
The young girl was a bit over 1.6 meters tall, slender and well-proportioned, and looked no older than twenty.
With red lips and white teeth, her features were delicate, her skin creamy white like milk. She wasn't the kind of striking beauty that shone brightly, but like a delicate Jiangnan painting, she was clean and clear, possessing an indescribable charm that gave people a sense of tranquility at first glance.
