Zhang Shiwan was dressed in a strictly professional attire.
Black trousers, a fitted jacket, and underneath, a white blouse.
She gathered her waist-length hair entirely, coiling it at the back of her head.
Hence, her delicate face, forehead, and neck were all perfectly showcased.
The elegance and nobility she carried were vividly radiated.
Zhang Shiwan sat quietly in the main hall, smiling lightly as she watched Old Lady Jing complaining to Jing Juntao.
Each curve of her smile exuded grace and composure.
However, each time Old Lady Jing mentioned Tang Huai, Zhang Shiwan's heart sank slightly.
Could this Tang Huai be the country girl her younger sister met at the western restaurant?
Was Jing Xuan really with Tang Huai now?
Her woman's intuition told her that there was something special between Jing Xuan and Tang Huai.
