Looking at Song Weiyin, whose face was stunningly beautiful but carried a worldly smile, the middle-aged female assistant hesitated for a moment before saying seriously with raised eyebrows, "Weiyin, don't be like this. I'm suddenly feeling that I almost don't know you anymore."
"I know you're proud, and I also know you're very opposed to Grandma asking you to use a Beauty Trap on Shen Qiang, but you must understand that anyone who can make Grandma take notice is definitely not an ordinary person."
These words made Song Weiyin, who was sitting on the sofa with a proud demeanor, put away her smile and, after a long silence, she sighed, her mood low, "Alright, maybe you're right. I'm just a bit tired of having to smile at people I dislike every day, especially when I think that I really can't escape fate, having to resort to a Beauty Trap."
