The fog was gradually clearing, the figures becoming distinct.
When Jiang Jinsang helped Old Tang out, he distinctly felt that the Tang family members were acting unusual, initially thinking it was due to seeing Zhang Defu's indignant astonishment. He paid little attention to the girl at the doorway holding a broom.
Now, hearing the neighbors gossip about the Tang family's in-laws, combined with the appearance and age of this girl, she was likely the one Tang Wan mentioned—
Auntie.
Dressed in a red trench coat, with a low neckline and cinched waist, her long hair loosely tied, revealing a segment of her pale neck.
White as jade, black as ink, the red clothes were bright yet not vulgar, her slim figure exceptionally sharp and clear.
"Auntie," Tang Wan called softly.
She smiled at Tang Wan, her eyes like pear blossoms in spring water, utterly devoid of impurities.
