Ning Anping finally relaxed into a smile, "As you say, I will listen to everything. I'll wait for it."
Seeing her smile reflected in the dressing mirror, Lu Qingqing let out a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to scrutinize her appearance more closely.
Sorrow ages people prematurely, and although she was two years younger than Song Xiufeng, she looked quite a bit older than her years, with a touch of world-weariness around the eyes and strands of silver threading through her hair.
Her bare face was fair, and she carried herself with dignity; one could still see the poise and presence of her younger days, elegance and aura coexisting!
After finishing drying her hair, Lu Qingqing touched her own cheek, feeling a bit regretful for not inheriting any of Ning Anping's genes. She had always admired those strong women who could hold their own in the business world against men!
