"So, you came to me, just to have me intervene on your behalf?" Meng Qing slowly sat up, delicately removing the silk handkerchief from her face, her clear, beautiful eyes calmly resting on Wang Binyi.
At her age, one would expect the signs of time to be evident, even with regular exercise keeping her body fit. But not a trace of age could be seen on Meng Qing's face—no wrinkles, no lines, her skin as smooth as a young girl's. The stark contrast made Wang Binyi grit her teeth in envy. They were the same age, yet why did Meng Qing look so much younger? Standing next to her, Wang Binyi felt like a grandmother.
Indeed, Meng Qing had always been her bane!
