Su Nian didn't rush them. These people had already blocked the path to the elevator, making it impossible for her to pass. The two sides stood there quietly in a standoff, and the atmosphere seemed increasingly awkward.
Su Nian flicked her nails, which were done in pale red the night before Yiqiao and the others left, looking very pretty. She still remembered what Yiqiao said that day, "Mommy, as a woman, you have to know how to love yourself."
She had disdainfully curled her lips, and Yixin continued, "Mommy, nails are where a woman shows her nobility. Think about it, if a woman comes to see you with a big belly while we're away, in front of her, flicking your nails and playing with your hair will make you seem more noble and elegant."
Su Nian didn't know where they learned these things; she didn't even know how flicking nails could be elegant. However, at this moment, it seemed that the gesture had a certain charm.
