Liu Aihong was somewhat stunned and asked her in a murmur, "Is it really like that?"
"And your voice, it sounds so nice."
Yang PeiMin remained silent, "As long as you like it."
"Now I finally understand why your man is so good to you."
Yang PeiMin looked at her, waiting for the follow-up, wondering what insights she had.
Suddenly, Liu Aihong leaned in close, staring at the skin on her face, examining it again and again, "You might have a fairer complexion than others, but you look frail and like someone who isn't easy to breed. Logically, your man shouldn't fancy someone like you. But after hearing what you said just now, I get it – you have your wits about you, and that's how you keep your man so devoted."
Yang PeiMin's mouth twitched, after talking for so long, was that all she took away from the conversation?
She waved her hand weakly, "Alright, as long as you've got the picture."
