After Xiong Mengmeng left, Zhuang Yijing asked Ning Youguang:
"Is she an old classmate of yours?"
Ning Youguang sighed softly, "A classmate from junior high."
"Had plastic surgery?" Zhuang Yijing continued to ask.
"She had her cheekbones, nose, and chin done." That's also why she didn't recognize her right away.
"I met her at a party before." Zhuang Yijing thought for a moment and said, "That time, I think she ran into her husband's mistress at the party. It was quite dramatic."
"She used to be such a cute girl, seeing her like this now, it makes me feel sad." Ning Youguang's tone was low.
"Her husband isn't much of a person." Zhuang Yijing pursed her lips, "I didn't know she was your classmate before; if I meet her again, I can look out for her."
"Thank you." Ning Youguang chuckled softly.
"Why so polite with me?" Zhuang Yijing put her arm around her shoulder, then frowned, "Seeing her, it feels like having money doesn't necessarily mean happiness."
