At that instant, Tang's mother felt out of breath, fumbling anxiously through her handbag to fish out a makeup mirror and examine her face. Ever since her son's success, she hadn't skimped on trips to the salon for skincare, facelifts, eyelid surgeries, and laser treatments for spots; she had done it all. Radiant, bedecked in jewels; a beautiful, noble, and wealthy lady.
But somehow, despite wearing clothes finer than Hua Miaobing's and possessing countless jewels that Hua Miaobing didn't have, after all these years, she still felt she was a notch below Hua Miaobing.
Men.
Yes, if a man were to see her now and her, who would he choose between them?
Looking over again, she clearly saw a young man sitting next to Hua Miaobing, seemingly whispering tender comforts to her.
It felt like a thorn pierced Tang's mother's eyes, turning them bright red.
