He asked Chen Yiping in a low voice, "Which one is Miss Lu?"
He hadn't seen Lu Shuangshuang yet, so he couldn't recognize her.
And in this large family, there were many women in their thirties and forties, almost all adorned with jewels, and his old and dim eyes couldn't tell which one was Lu Shuangshuang.
Chen Yiping swept his gaze over them; as the Jiang Family's family doctor, he had seen Lu Shuangshuang a few times.
"The one closest to that silent rosebush in front, wearing the white and purple flower qipao with a mink shawl. Oh, and beside her are those two Jiang Family children she likes, the brother and sister."
Chen Baoshen looked in the direction he pointed.
He saw a woman with the elegance of an aristocratic family, looking over with a face full of hopeful excitement.
He was an old man, and he didn't particularly care about beauty, but that presence was unmistakably different from the girls of ordinary families.
