When Tian Sangsang looked up, she saw quite a crowd—each person young and attractive, all from the performing arts troupe, of course. Naturally, leading the group was none other than the outsider, Shui Lian.
"Sangsang." Shui Lian stood in front of her, smiling amicably. "I hope we're not intruding."
The girls openly examined the living room of Tian Sangsang's home without any pretense. Truth be told, the place was full of charm. Vases held carefully arranged flowers, pots nurtured blooming plants, and spider plants hung from the windowsills. A faint but pleasant floral fragrance filled the air—it was delightful.
It was surprising really—after Tian Sangsang transformed herself into a beauty, even her taste seemed to ascend to another level.
"It's a bit of an intrusion, actually. I was just about to take my son out," Tian Sangsang said coolly to Shui Lian. "What brings you here, Ms. Shui?"
