Everyone's gazes turned to the door. Someone had walked in. It was Old Madam Lu, Ning Qing.
That year, the love story between the number one beauty of Ning City, Ning Qi, and the President of the Lu Corporation, Lu Shaoming, had become a praise-worthy story akin to a fairytale. They had remained together in marriage all these years, until they were both white-haired.
Old Madam Lu walked in. She had already aged throughout all these years, but remained in good health, and one could still see her beauty from her younger days.
The main hall was in an uproar.
"It's Old Madam Lu, Old Madam Lu is here!"
Lu Jinwen looked sideways, his tall frame freezing. He frowned hard, and said unhappily, "Mom, what brings you here?"
Old Madam Lu threw a gaze at her son and gave a cold humph. "I was afraid you would die if I didn't come!"
Lu Jinwen remained silent.
