Jinbao Teahouse, Heaven-Class Private Room.
Su Yan had just sat down when the door was pushed open. Zhao Lina, who was dressed in a long black dress, walked in. Su Yan hurriedly went up to welcome her.
Seeing Zhao Lina, Su Yan was surprised. If she remembered correctly, Zhao Lina was almost sixty years old but there was not a trace of age on her face.
Zhao Lina was tall and slender, with a graceful waist and a pair of crescent-shaped eyes. She did not look like she had experienced the vicissitudes of life, nor did she look like she was sagging or bloated. She only gave people a smile that was like the spring breeze, gentle and elegant.
"You are Wei Zhou's ex-wife, Su Yan? The legendary Miss Summer?" Zhao Lina spoke as the two of them took their seats.
Seeing that she did not have any secrets in front of Zhao Lina, Su Yan could only openly admit: "CEO Zhao, I'm Summer, Su Yan. But in front of you, I don't dare to be called a legend."
