Young Master's Mother

"Master, please have a seat here for a moment. The person will be brought over shortly."

Jing Yu bowed slightly in the front hall.

Feng Tianlan nodded and took a seat, his demeanor not as calm as his appearance suggested.

After a while, Jing Yu led a young woman inside.

The woman possessed a delicate and exquisite countenance. Her eyebrows, shaped like willow leaves, framed a pair of eyes as clear as autumn water. Her petite nose and cherry-red lips added to her charm. Her slender figure was further enhanced by the graceful curves of her emerald green embroidered skirt. As she walked, her azure dress flowed like the undulating ripples of lotus leaves on water.

She appeared to be a gentle and delicate woman.

Following behind Jing Yu, she timidly glanced at Feng Tianlan and quickly lowered her gaze.

Seated in the hall, Feng Tianlan looked at the approaching woman, his heart less tranquil than his outward composure.