Her face and skin looked weathered and ravaged. To put it bluntly, she had the look of an educated youth who had only recently returned to the city.
Jie Jingchen's eyes flickered, a trace of contempt flashing through them. After a few seconds of silence, he called out coolly, "Sister Xingnan."
Qin Mei froze. 'Xingnan... Wen Xingnan. Jie Jinghun's ex.'
Qin Mei sized up Wen Xingnan. 'If Shen Qing is cold as ice, then Wen Xingnan is sentimental and melancholic. If Shen Qing is a cold, stunning beauty, then Wen Xingnan is delicate and bewitching.'
It was a shame. Life in the countryside really took its toll. Though Shen Qing and Wen Xingnan were the same age, Wen Xingnan looked several years older.
"What kind of taste does your third brother have?" Qin Mei muttered. Because of her first impression, she was already biased toward Shen Qing, even though she had twice run into Shen Qing at the department store with an unknown man.
