"Auntie, do you need something?"
Wei Jiaming politely asked the middle-aged woman and the unusually beautiful girl blocking his way.
Mrs. Jiang realized she was being a bit brash after stopping Wei Jiaming.
But she quickly composed herself.
With a smile at Wei Jiaming, she said, "I'm An Nan's mother."
Immediately, Wei Jiaming's face lit up with a smile, his manners even more courteous, "Auntie, hello. I would have never guessed you are Nannan's mom, you look so young! But now I see, you and Nannan have similar features, both so beautiful."
What a sweet talker the boy is.
Mrs. Jiang's smile deepened enough to show her crow's feet: "Aged, aged, I was pretty in my youth, otherwise I wouldn't have given birth to a beautiful daughter like Nannan."
Mrs. Jiang glanced towards the steamed bun shop: "I saw you coming out from the bun shop just now. Seems like you and Nannan know each other well, what's your relationship?"
