Yin Lianxin slowly looked up, her cold gaze landing on him. Although Yin Lianxin was old now, her skin was still youthful, and her figure had not changed much.
On the other hand, although Ai Sumei looked a little similar to Yin Lianxin, she had aged a lot. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were very deep, and the skin on her face was loose. She had also become fat. In the past, she was not as beautiful as Yin Lianxin, but now, the difference between them was like heaven and earth. Moreover, her eyebrows were filled with shrewishness and scheming.
Yin Lianxin was wearing a wine-red cheongsam. Her aura was fully released, and she exuded confidence and dignity. If one did not know better, they would think that she was only 40 years old. After all, time had never failed beauties. She stood there quietly without saying a word, but everyone was inexplicably attracted to her.
