"Grandpa, Grandma, this is An Ran." Xingfeng pulled An Ran over to introduce her to the elderly couple.
"Hello, Grandpa. Hello, Grandma," An Ran felt she was really doing her job well. As Xingfeng's fake girlfriend, not only did she need to ward off peach blossoms, but also to deal with this big family.
"Good, good," Grandma Mu saw An Ran, let go of Xingfeng's hand, and grabbed An Ran's small hand. As soon as she touched it, her brows furrowed: "Why are your hands so cold, child? Are you wearing too little clothing?"
Then she turned her head to instruct the servant: "Chen, go and turn up the heating a bit."
"No need, Grandma, I am not cold." An Ran hurriedly said.
"How can you not be cold, with such icy hands? Xingfeng, where did you come from? The temperature has dropped in the Imperial City these past few days; didn't you tell this girl?" Grandma Mu couldn't help but complain, seeing An Ran dressed so thinly with only a pullover inside her thin down jacket.
