A 45-year-old woman looks no more than 30.
A woman who looks no more than 30 actually has a son who's nearly 30.
She slightly raises the corner of her mouth, her face unchanged, "Sit."
Yoyo sits directly across from her and says with a smile, "I didn't expect President Qiao to be so sincere. Yiyang came back yesterday and told me a lot."
"Did he mention how he got those injuries?" Qiao Xiguan smiles.
"He said he fell while going out."
"Indeed, it seems like quite a fall." Qiao Xiguan agrees, her eyes flicker as she picks up the phone beside her, "Milk, bring in the contract we prepared earlier for Yoyo."
"Yes."
