Shen Lan knocked on the door before entering when Jiang Li was brewing tea in her room.
All the garish, gothic-style decorations were gone, and the walls had been painted a gentle aquamarine, giving the whole room an ancient charm. As soon as one stepped inside, it felt exceptionally soothing.
Her bedroom and study were separated by a pearwood screen. Jiang Li was sitting at the small tea table, carefully preparing the tea.
Her movements were slow and graceful, and her temperament was naturally elegant and aloof. Seated amidst the wafting sandalwood, she was a particularly delightful sight to behold.
Even Shen Lan couldn't bear to interrupt the scene and stood at the door, silently admiring it.
How had she never noticed how beautiful her niece was?
She'd be an instant sensation in the entertainment industry!
Jiang Li turned her head and saw Shen Lan staring intently at her with a crazy, stubborn look.
Jiang Li: "...."
"Cough cough, Second Aunt?"
