After replying to the message, Maya Monroe put her phone away once again.
She leaned her head against the back of the chair and rubbed her unruly hair.
The scenery outside the window changed rapidly, and Serena Sawyer once again suggested taking Maya for a check-up.
Maya stretched out her arm, "Really, there's nothing wrong, no need to waste that money; just save it to treat me to hotpot."
Serena was amused by Maya, "Don't worry, I have enough money on hand to treat you to as many hotpot meals as you want."
"Sister?" Maya asked, "Serena, how old are you?"
"You've been calling me Serena, but you don't know my age?"
Maya said nothing for a moment; in their industry, terms like brother and sister were often used without much regard. She just said it casually, so the age aspect had long been overlooked by her.
Serena smiled gently and explained in detail, "I've been in the industry for several years now, and I crossed the thirty threshold a couple of years ago."
