Granny Zhou bit her lips. Her face was as pale as a sheet, and her body shook, but she forcefully restrained it.

The lady in front of her looked extremely weak. Granny Zhou's first memory of Qu Moying was that she was a little baby wrapped in a swaddling cloth. She was so soft and cute. Her entire hand was so tiny. In an instant, the baby grew so big. Not only was she so grown now, but she was also so calm and steady.

So much so that even with just her petite ...