The woman's jaw clenched in anger for several moments, prompting Aunt Mei to ask concernedly, "Is it an aftereffect of too many beauty injections?"
"Even though we don't know each other, I must remind you, some people naturally have an aged appearance, so let's not blame the beauty injections entirely."
"Nian—Zi—Mei!"
The woman gritted her teeth, clearly furious and wishing she could bite Aunt Mei to death, but her voice was low, as if afraid of being overheard.
Aunt Mei smiled flirtatiously, her disdainful gaze unmasked.
"All this over a man, still so immature."
The woman's eyes widened, pointing at Aunt Mei.
"I know! I just knew!"
With a single finger, Aunt Mei lightly pushed the woman's hand away and casually said, "Do you want me to come in?"
That sentence struck a nerve, and the woman no longer dared to shout. Instead, she pleaded, "Let's talk over there."
"Please."
With that one word, Aunt Mei followed, and behind them, Nian Shutong followed as well.
