Nangong Ran stepped outside, waiting for Fang Hao. After her mood brightened, everything seemed fresher, even the air. Nangong Ran smiled slightly.
Just then, Fang Hao called. Seeing her already at the gate, Fang Hao hung up with a smile, honked the horn, and drove towards her.
Nangong Ran opened the car door and got in, politely saying, "Aunt Fang."
Fang Hao looked at her, utterly amazed by her beauty. Seeing her daughter-in-law so radiant and beautiful, Fang Hao couldn't stop smiling.
She nodded repeatedly, smiling happily and generously praised, "Xiaoran, you look really beautiful today."
"No way," Nangong Ran felt shy, "No matter how pretty I am, I'm not as pretty as you are."
Back in the day, when Aunt Fang was young, she was the belle of the capital, a famous socialite, stunning everyone. Otherwise, she couldn't have had such handsome children like Di Mingchen and the others.
