This was Wang Jianguo's wife, Li Mujing. She wore a light purple dress. As she took excellent care of herself, her skin was fair and soft, and her long, black hair fell straight to her lower back. Combined with her natural beauty, she had an incredibly elegant air.
She glanced at the people on the sofa and gave a perfunctory nod. "Brother Zhao, Sister Cuimei. It's been a while."
After saying this, she went to the kitchen and brought out a kettle to pour water for everyone. Then, without another word, she returned to her bedroom. Her face remained smileless the entire time, her displeasure with the Zhao family's visit perfectly clear.
Wang Han also rolled her eyes at Zhao Dong before following Li Mujing into the bedroom.
Wang Jianguo was instantly mortified. He called out to the two in the room, his voice tight with displeasure, "Mujing, you and Xiao Han get out here! What kind of example are you setting, hiding in the room when we have guests?"
