"You should not waste your time doing such hopeless things. Since you are already so old, you should go back home and try to get married. Maybe if you put more effort into dressing up, someone will accept you as their wife." Shen Lingxue kindly reminded Han Ruochen to go back home. In her eyes, what Han Ruochen was doing was nothing less than a waste of time and effort.
Han Ruochen stared at Shen Lingxue speechlessly. She never expected a woman only a few months younger than her to lecture her. However, before she could say anything, the sound of footsteps came from behind her; she turned around and looked at the person who was coming over—
"Brother Muchen—"
