Zhao Ya carried her items and squeezed out with her old friends, walking up to Huang Lei, only to see a young girl who looked extremely haggard.
The old lady wondered who this could be, how gaunt she appeared.
"Grandma," she took the items from Zhao Ya's hands without hesitation, "Grandma, this is my high school classmate, Wang Nan."
Ah, Wang Nan? Zhao Ya was startled; of course, she had seen her granddaughter's friend Wang Nan, who used to come over to their house often.
She distinctly remembered the girl as being quite pretty, looking blessed and fortunate, but now, after only two years of not seeing her, she had aged so much.
Looking older was one thing, but her face lacked flesh; no longer could one talk of a blessed appearance, she even seemed a bit harsh.
"Hello, Grandma Zhao," Wang Nan greeted Zhao Ya proactively, remembering this elderly lady to be quite generous.
