"Hello, classmate, could you please help me call Zhao Yan from dorm 309?"
He Tiantian was standing downstairs of the girls' dorm building, stopping Yan Yan who had just come back from outside, and asked gently.
Yan Yan froze for a second and looked He Tiantian up and down. "...You are?"
Judging by age, she looked to be not yet forty;
Judging by looks, um, she really did resemble Zhao Yan a bit.
Could this be one of Zhao Yan's relatives?
It never crossed Yan Yan's mind to associate He Tiantian with "Zhao Yan's real mother", because with how He Tiantian looked, she was more like Zhao Yan's younger aunt, little aunt, or even older sister, definitely not her mom.
Not that the mother and daughter didn't look alike, but the age gap just didn't look big enough for them to be mother and daughter.
"I'm Zhao Yan's mom!"
He Tiantian gave a gentle, graceful smile. Her temperament was far more refreshing than her delicate features.
