I had just told Huo Mutian that I was going to touch up my makeup, and it hadn't even been five minutes before I got slapped in the face.
Wen Qiao tongued the inside of her cheek—it was a bit painful.
"Long time no see, Mutian." Fu Qiang smiled and nodded, "You've gotten even more handsome."
"Sister Fu Qiang, you've gotten even more beautiful."
Whether sincere or not, a woman was always happy to be called beautiful.
Fu Jinghen and Huo Mutian just nodded their heads as a form of greeting.
Their relationship had never been good, neither in the past nor now.
Fu Qiang turned to Wen Qiao, her smile brightening: "Qiaoqiao, don't you recognize me?"
"How could I not, Sister Fu Qiang," Wen Qiao suppressed the slight embarrassment at the back of her mind and greeted her politely.
She completely ignored the man next to Fu Qiang, not giving him even a glance.
Partly due to the awkwardness, and partly because she was somewhat embarrassed.
