Chen Ningxi noticed Cheng Qiaobei looking past her, his brow slightly furrowed, and an unexpected look flashing in his eyes.
Before she could turn around, she saw Cheng Qiaobei stand up, "We just arrived and planned to visit after dinner."
Hearing this, Chen Ningxi immediately reacted, stood up, and turned to see a beautiful, voluptuous middle-aged woman behind her. There were almost no traces of time on her face, but her eyes lacked the clarity typical of young women, carrying an unfathomable depth. She wore a black silk modified Chinese qipao and an inner dark red blouse; her fair skin gave her a cool, noble look, and her posture was so upright, a quality rarely seen outside of her own mother.
Chen Ningxi called out, "Hello Auntie, I'm Chen Ningxi."
Ding Yuan looked her up and down, noticing her attire was not from an ordinary family, and smiled slightly, "Good, you are good-looking, my son likes good-looking ones."