"Of course, how could someone who's not smart run a publicly-listed company?" Jian Xi smiled, deliberately displaying a sense of superiority befitting that of a 'white, rich, and beautiful' woman.
"You're in business too?" Ailin was taken aback.
"Mhm."
"But you look... very young."
"Eighteen."
Jian Xi curved her lips, supremely satisfied with her current appearance! Eighteen-year-old face with a twenty-something's soul. Possessing both a girl's innocence and a mature woman's steadiness. Cough cough, perfect!
Ailin instantly felt envious: Just eighteen! Just eighteen!
She was already twenty-six, even older than Nan Mufeng!
"Truly the age of a blooming flower!" Ailin complimented.
"Uh, it's alright! Actually, I wish I were twenty right now."
"Why?"
Curiosity got the best of Ailin, and she fell right into the trap.
