After many years, Zhao Ying was stunned to see Shen Biran once again.
Time hadn't left any marks on Shen Biran; she was still the same elegant woman who had gracefully turned away years ago, leaving behind the woman Gu Qingyuan had bestowed her with, noble, elegant, and composed.
"You... why are you here?!"
Unlike her own face, which relied on money to maintain beauty in middle age, Shen Biran possessed looks and an aura that made Zhao Ying feel threatened.
This kind of woman standing before Zhao Ying again, how could she not be agitated, not be nervous?
"I'm here to see my daughter."
Shen Biran disdained to bicker with Zhao Ying in the hospital. Their enmity was a joke from many years ago, besides, Shen Biran hadn't taken it to heart at all.
The only person who couldn't let go of this enmity was none other than Zhao Ying.
Zhao Ying had naturally considered her a rival in love, and even after the divorce, she sought to ruin her marriage with Gu Qingyuan.
