He distanced himself from Su Miaoyan, finally having a moment to properly take a look at her.
Although she had reached middle age, she still maintained a delicate and pampered appearance.
Su Miaoyan was suddenly a bit dazed, "Has my Ningning grown this much?"
"Madam is joking. I am Xiao Ning, and I dare not presume upon madam." Rong Ning's words were humble, yet there was a coldness about him, with no concern for Su Miaoyan's words.
Su Miaoyan felt as if she had hit a wall, regaining her composure, "Well... I got a bit excited, sorry, please come and sit in the garden, and meet my husband and daughter."
Su Miaoyan extended an eager invitation, worried Rong Ning wouldn't come in, she directly stepped forward, grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.
Rong Ning was extremely averse to being touched by strangers, but he couldn't break free from Su Miaoyan's grip several times.
