Luo Xinyan was working at the sewing machine when suddenly someone entered the room with a beaming smile on their face.
She knew this woman ran a small shop across the street.
"Are you working?"
Wang Lan's smile didn't fade, "I'm not working! Big sister! I thought I'd come and chat with you! I hope I'm not interrupting your work, am I?"
When Luo Xinyan heard her call her "big sister," her brows furrowed with displeasure; she knew she was definitely older than this woman, even though she looked younger.
Actually, Luo Xinyan herself didn't enjoy interacting with people she wasn't familiar with, but since this was Lin Xia's neighbor across the street, she couldn't afford to appear too cold.
She pointed to a stool near the stove, "Then, have a seat!"
"Ah!" After Wang Lan sat down, she closely examined Luo Xinyan's face, finding her more beautiful the more she looked, especially those eyes that seemed to speak.
