"Of course, it can arrive by tomorrow afternoon," An Ning nodded vigorously.
"Okay," Cheng Yujie checked herself in the mirror again. "Ningning, Mommy's face has a lot more wrinkles. I am thinking of getting a beauty treatment tomorrow, what do you think?"
Cheng Yujie was also a woman who paid great attention to detail, having very high standards for her appearance. Looking at herself in the mirror, she became increasingly dissatisfied. "This illness has aged me by several years."
An Ning really wanted to tell her mother that, in fact, you've truly aged five years.
"Mom, Song Yuyun gave me a few face masks, I can give them to you to try first," An Ning said.
Cheng Yujie frowned. "I still think it's better to go to a beauty salon, where they can give me a proper cleaning."
"I have exfoliating scrubs and massage creams, I can do it for you," An Ning offered again.
