Hotel, elevator
Su Xiaoya looked enviously at the middle-aged woman standing in front of her.
She wondered whether she would possess such an air of elegance when she reached that age.
Young girls always envy glamorous older women and refined middle-aged beauties, even though they dread growing up.
Zhang Shuya chose to ignore the girl's gaze.
She knew this girl was a big fan of Lan Yening.
The collagen-filled face and vibrant aura, like blooming flowers, made her detest the girl.
Room
Lan Yening stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, from which he could overlook the entire city.
Outside, it had started drizzling, and the intricate web of streets was quietly shrouded in the misty rain.
The sound of the electronic lock clicked, and Zhang Shuya, dressed in a black cashmere coat, walked in from outside.
She hung her Chanel bag and folded umbrella in the closet.
"Sister Shuya, it must be cold outside. Let me make you some coffee!"
