At this moment, Zhou Zhilei boiled with anger as her entire body was shaking from head to toe.
She was 26 years old this year, and she always thought that this was the age when a woman would be most beautiful. It was the time between inexperienced youth and mature womanhood, just like a flower bud in full bloom.
But what did Ning Qing say just now? She addressed as her Older Sister?
Was she old?
Women feared others calling them old the most. Zhou Zhilei naturally felt the same.
Zhou Zhilei lifted her gaze to look at Ning Qing who was standing before her. Although she was not willing to admit it, Ning Qing's small, exquisite face was really the work of God. It's so supple and full of moisture. Her sharp little nose, her attractive cherry lips… Her eyes were her most beautiful feature; they were moist and sparkling bright. Her eyes even made women melt upon looking at her.
