Madam Song's face was neither cold nor warm as she spoke, with a smile that was even fainter than before, "You are older than Zhenzhen, and she is not your sister, so you can just call her Zhenzhen."
A flash of embarrassment crossed Lu Sangning's face and was gone in an instant.
Seated in front of Madam Song, Ye Zhenzhen looked up at Lu Sangning, her smile not quite reaching her eyes, and nodded slightly.
With a good mother-in-law to support her, there was no need for her to speak at times like this.
Recalling the voice on the phone from earlier that morning, Ye Zhenzhen felt there was a stark contrast. Lu Sangning had a delicate doll-like face, chestnut straight hair that fell to her shoulders, and a petite figure, giving people the impression of someone both adorable and naive.
However, beneath that adorable exterior, she was full of shrewdness.