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Upon receiving the photograph handed over by the butler, the noblewoman first glanced at Shen Qianhui.
Even though she was nearly fifty years old, she had a gentle demeanor and appeared soft and delicate.
The noblewoman scoffed, "Her daughter does have a distinct look, the type that bastard likes. But what a pity, she's aged and lost her charm, and I heard she married a D-list celebrity?"
The butler nodded immediately, "Do you need me to bring over that small-time celebrity's information as well?"
"No need."
She tossed aside the photograph of Shen Qianhui and then turned her attention to Shen Bijun's. At first glance, she also felt very familiar with it, a sense of kinship coming over her.
After observing for a while, the butler suddenly spoke up, "Madam, she looks a bit like you when you were young!"
"Is that so?"
