Luo Qiluo laughed, taking a seat opposite Bai Wei. "Lady Bai Wei, I presume? Please sit down. I'm not Qinghe's sister; I am his mother."
"Mother?" Bai Wei covered her mouth, exclaiming in surprise, "How is that possible? You only look a few years older than Luo Qinghe."
"It seems that the money I've spent on my face over the years was well worth it." Luo Qiluo held her face and laughed, her narrow eyes squinting, much like a languid fox.
Bai Wei scrutinized her thoughtfully, silently noting to herself that at first glance, she indeed bore a strong resemblance to Luo Qinghe. However, their demeanors were completely different. The mother exuded femininity to its utmost while the son was the epitome of a roguish, handsome young master.
And though their face shapes and noses were the same, their eyes and lips were different; the mother's lips were slightly fuller, paired with foxy eyes that were quite charming; the son, with his thinner lips and peach blossom eyes, was seductive.
