At the cold drink café opposite People's Square, a woman lowered her hat and started to glance outside the window constantly. After a while, she was confident that no one would recognize her.
Seeing the slender Qianmo coming her way, the woman with the hat straightened her back.
This lady was none other than Mu Feifei.
When Mu Feifei eloped with another man, Qianmo had just turned three. Sixteen years had passed, and the dirty child back then had turned out to be a perfect-looking woman with excellent facial features.
Qianmo's face resembled her mother's but looked slightly more intimidating than her. A sense of coldness flashed across her eyebrows when she saw the woman in the café. She was simply so outstanding among the pedestrians that she stood out from the rest.
Mu Feifei noticed that Qianmo had attracted many head-turners on the way. But she ignored the looks from passers-by and strode towards her direction.
