"Uncle, auntie..." The sweet and tender voice of the little girl burst by her ears, causing Wang Miaomiao to blush. "Auntie is really beautiful."
With Jiang Tongtong's innocent words, everyone's gaze fell on Wang Miaomiao's face. A seventeen-year-old girl in her prime, her skin was like creamy jade, glowing like blossoming peaches, radiating grace.
"Is your name Tongtong? So adorable." Wang Miaomiao braced herself, slowly squatting down under everyone's eager gaze, and took Jiang Tongtong's chubby little hand with a smile. "Tongtong is also very beautiful, but I'm not your auntie. Tongtong can call me Aunt Wang."
"Huh? Not?" Jiang Tongtong looked at Wang Miaomiao with confusion, then turned to look at the others in the living room. Everyone clearly had smiles on their faces, but how come there were no laughs? "But my mom wouldn't lie to me... Mom, you said..."
