A wrinkled old lady with chestnut brown hair, wearing a designer printed long dress, carrying a designer handbag, and stepping in three-inch high leather shoes, appeared near the Li Family.
"Truly fashionable!" Su Ying praised, "Miss Xiangxiang, did you see? This shows the importance of mindset! Feeling eighteen at heart, why fear looking eighty?"
"Don't you find her strange?" Ye Weixiang frowned, "Her outfit adds up to six figures, but look at her hands and her face..."
Ye Weixiang zoomed in with a small telescope: "Her skin is very rough, somewhat dark. Her hands are deformed, likely due to long-term hard labor, and her face is covered with large patches of sunspots like a shell. She's definitely not a well-pampered lady."
With Ye Weixiang's analysis, Su Ying also noticed something amiss.
"Miss Xiangxiang's analysis is detailed, I'll go follow her."
"No, don't go, let's see what she's up to first."
