Meng Chuyuan said without exaggeration, "You're more than ten years younger. If we go out together, others will definitely think that you're my sister."
Madam Lu was only 50 years old. She usually paid attention to her health, and there were no signs of slackness or sagging on her skin. With a little makeup and some details, one could not tell her true age at all.
It was mainly because she had a maiden-like personality. If she went out with this face, people would definitely believe that she was in her twenties.
Madam Lu's eyes were filled with satisfaction. However, when she focused on her clothes, she began to feel that the clothes she was wearing were not worthy of such beautiful makeup.
"Do you think my clothes look too old-fashioned? Do I need to change?"
Meng Chuyuan glanced at it carefully and said to her seriously, "This is quite good. It looks young."
