"Honk honk..." With the sound of the car arriving in front of the villa building, two horn blasts sounded.
Just having finished breakfast, Lin Fei, Ruyan, and Yuxi walked out of the villa. As expected, it was Li Qing who had arrived.
Sitting in the driver's seat of the Bentley, Li Qing, wearing sunglasses, took them off with a flamboyant gesture and, with a look as if he didn't recognize her, examined Ruyan in her white office lady outfit and said, "Sis, why do I feel like today you've somehow become younger and prettier?"
In fact, it wasn't just Li Qing who felt this way; even Lin Fei thought that Ruyan, in her white office lady outfit, seemed younger and prettier, almost like a different person.
Speaking of it, Ruyan was just twenty-three — truly the best years, the most beautiful age. If it weren't for her unfortunate marriage and the need to manage a company, she might have been a happy and beautiful young woman.
