Zhong Lingling wore a gentle smile and poured Xiang Anning another cup of tea, her gaze filled with boundless affection as she watched Xiang Anning.
As Xiang Anning drank the second cup of tea, Zhong Lingling asked, "How old are you this year, little sister?"
Although she looked young, she was in her forties after all, so it was easy to see that the young girl in front of her had little experience, likely just around eighteen or twenty.
Xiang Anning replied while sipping, "I am eighteen years old!"
Eighteen?
Hearing Xiang Anning's age, Zhong Lingling felt a wave of sadness.
"My daughter is around your age as well. I wonder how she's been lately!" Zhong Lingling looked at Xiang Anning with a lost expression.
In her heart, she had imagined countless times what Xiang Baobei would be like when she grew up.
She thought it was probably the image of the girl standing in front of her!
