"Humph."
Ye Wei'er let out a sinister laugh as she crossed her arms and walked toward the private medical room.
The sky quietly darkened.
Dinner was ready.
Ye Wei'er stood in the downstairs dining area, almost unable to believe her eyes!
Was this really the same shabby old woman she had run into on her way back?
The Mo matriarch was dressed in an incredibly sophisticated and elegant one-piece dress, her posture upright, her figure well-proportioned, and her demeanor refined.
Time had not fully eroded the beauty of the Mo matriarch. Though her youth had faded, the elegance and aura emanating from her very bones were truly astonishing!
It was shocking how stunning an old woman of this age could still look!
She was in no way overshadowed by Lin Yuan'ai, who was walking beside her.
Ye Wei'er gritted her teeth, secretly fantasizing about how she would be even more beautiful and elegant than this old woman when she reached that age.
