While Jiang Tao was shearing Ma Jingsong's leeks at Wangfu Tea House.
A Mercedes GLS slowly pulled up at the east gate of Century City District.
"Old Jiang, look, isn't that girl Xiao Yuan?"
In the passenger seat, Tian Xiaomei pointed at a woman standing at the gate in a light gray, sharp-looking women's suit, several shopping bags in hand.
Her instinct told her this should be the person she and her old man were coming to see today.
"Looks like her, let's go ask."
Jiang Wen said, then started the car again and drove toward where the woman was, stopping right in front of her.
Tian Xiaomei asked from the car window, "Miss, are you Yuan Mengqi?"
"Ah! Yes, yes! Are you Aunt Tian?"
At the moment she saw Tian Xiaomei, Yuan Mengqi's eyes lit up, and her heart instantly tightened.
She subconsciously lifted her hand to brush her hair.
But her hair was neatly slicked back against her head right now, there wasn't any hanging down to brush.
