"Alright," Wu Gang nodded.
Twenty minutes later, Sang Lingzhu came downstairs. She was wearing a pink mini skirt that revealed her long white legs and paired it with sneakers. Wu Gang felt somewhat helpless upon seeing her.
It was quite clear that Sang Lingzhu was trying to look younger.
The least she could do was not let people mistake Sang Lingzhu for Wu Gang's mother.
In Wu Gang's heart, Sang Lingzhu's age was set, yet whether it was her figure, appearance, or attire, she didn't look like someone who was over thirty.
Even without making an effort to dress up, in Wu Gang's eyes, she was always very beautiful.
"Let's go," Wu Gang said.
Sang Lingzhu looked at Wu Gang and asked shyly, "Why are you staring at me all the time? Is there something written on my face?"
"Old Sang, you look too good."
Wu Gang wasn't drooling over her; he genuinely thought Sang Lingzhu was very attractive and alluring.
