Wen Wan introduced, "This is Lady Kang Ding."
Song Qi forced a stiff smile and curtsied, "Greetings, Madam."
Mrs. Yao's gaze fell on Song Qi's small face, somewhat lost in thought.
Although Li Huairu had been under her care for several years and had grown increasingly charming and lovely, one's facial features couldn't change. This girl's features had a four or five percent resemblance to Li Huairu. If one didn't look closely and only caught a glance from afar, Mrs. Yao might mistake this face for her foster daughter, Li Huairu.
"Madam, please come inside." Wen Wan invited, gesturing for a maid to lead Mrs. Yao to the garden, while she kept Song Qi back, asking her, "What were you hiding from earlier?"
"I wasn't," Song Qi dared not meet Wen Wan's eyes, and stammered, "I just suddenly remembered the birthday gift I prepared for Grandpa was left in the West Courtyard, so I wanted to go back and get it."
Wen Wan trusted her instincts, "Do you know Lady Kang Ding?"
