Luo Meili's worries were quite reasonable.
After all, Zhang Xiaoshan had already shown potential as a dark horse, and it was only a matter of time before he climbed higher and higher, becoming increasingly prominent as time went on.
However, Luo Meili's youth was limited. Now that she was already over thirty, with little education and no notable family background, she was just a widow with a deceased husband. Her only asset was her beauty, but in another ten or twenty years, her beauty would fade. By then, would there still be a place for her by Zhang Xiaoshan's side amidst countless young girls?
She wouldn't interfere in Zhang Xiaoshan's private affairs with other women, but she also couldn't accept the idea of losing him one day.
After all, Zhang Xiaoshan had become her everything.
Zhang Xiaoshan, seeing Luo Meili with tears welled up in her eyes, quickly tried to comfort and reassure her.
