The old lady was wearing a high-end retro button-down shirt, her gray hair was neatly tied up and a hairpin inlaid with rubies was inserted in it.

She adjusted the gold-rimmed reading glasses on her nose, and glanced at Yu Shuran with eyes that were filled with the sediment of time.

Yu Shuran's heart trembled, and his voice and momentum immediately softened.

"mom."

This is the old lady of the Yu family, Yu Beiting’s grandmother.

Shen Qinghuan looked at Old ...