Ma Qiang turned around before Yue Xiaofang, his gaze wary.
This was also a professional habit.
Upon turning, he saw the speaker was a middle-aged woman, looking rather reserved, with hair tied back and yellowish skin.
Yue Xiaofang looked at her, a bit dazed.
After a moment, she hesitantly called out, "Guo Xue?"
You couldn't blame her for not recognizing her right away; Guo Xue now was vastly different from the person in her memory.
Standing together now, it would be believable if someone said they were ten years apart.
Guo Xue tugged at the hem of her clothes, no longer the frank and quick-talking person she once was.
The woman looked at Yue Xiaofang enviously, "Xiaofang, you've changed so much that I almost didn't recognize you."
In fact, Yue Xiaofang almost didn't recognize Guo Xue either, but saying that might be awkward, so she just smiled at her.
"It's been a long time, how have you been lately?"
Guo Xue bit her lower lip, feeling a surge of bitterness in her heart.
