Leading the way was a white-haired, taciturn woman, who appeared to be around fifty years old. Following behind her was a middle-aged woman with a pretty face and a smile that made her seem kind and gentle. However, a fleeting calculating glint in her eyes made Ye Qianzhi realize that this woman was probably not as straightforward as she seemed.,He glanced at the steaming white porridge and red-braised meat, then forced his head away, refusing to look in that direction again.,So Ye Qianchi, the poor little thing with her father dead, her mother remarried, and no one to care for her, had a pitiful head.。