Nanny Hua cast a glance at Jin Ling.
Today, Jin Ling was wearing a lake-blue sleeveless jacket, her hair adorned with two slender silver hairpins, and her small red lips delicately touched with rouge. Her melon-seed-shaped face was no larger than a palm. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, a girl is in the blooming stage of life, already blessed with good looks; when dressed up carefully, she appeared as if she had stepped out of a painting.
Nanny Hua laughed shrilly, "Otherwise, how could one say you have good fortune? In the future, when the young lady achieves great things, she must not forget about us."
The more Jin Ling listened, the more confused she became, saying, "What are you talking about, Nanny? The young lady is the kindest person, and as long as we perform our duties well, she will certainly not forget us."
Nanny Hua laughed even harder but said no more.
