Three days later, Aunt Qin came back, accompanied by a woman in her early thirties who had a gloomy look on her face, as if she were beset by worries.
She wore a white blouse that accentuated her figure, paired with a pair of jeans.
Particularly, the fullness of her chest seemed like it was about to burst through the blouse, conveying a sense that it could pop out at any moment, and her straight, long legs were perfectly showcased by the jeans.
Just one glance was enough to tell that this woman took great care with her figure.
When her gaze collided with Dazhuang's, she blushed, displaying an unusual shyness.
At that point, Aunt Qin pulled the two of us aside and said softly, "Qin Qin, Dazhuang, this is a friend of mine. She has come this time to ask for Dazhuang's help."
"What do you need help with, Aunt Qin?" Dazhuang asked with a smile.
