Qiao Mo didn't withdraw her hand, just felt that her hand was warm and soft.
"My name is Qiao Mo."
The lady was dazed again: "Qiao Mo... Qiao Mo..."
Perhaps she remembered something, and her slightly relaxed expression turned pale again, with an unmistakable sadness in her eyes.
"Are you... okay?" Qiao Mo asked softly.
"Oh, I'm fine. I just remembered something." The lady forced a smile at her, but couldn't hide her sorrow.
"How old are you this year?" The lady asked again, her voice gentle.
"Twenty-three... oh no, I'm still a bit unaccustomed since it's just past the new year. It should be twenty-four."
"Twenty-four... twenty-four..." The lady was lost in thought.
If she were still here, she would be twenty-four now.
Noticing that her complexion wasn't good, Qiao Mo got up and poured her a glass of water.
After a brief chat, Qiao Mo found out that her last name was Xu, and her name was Xu Wan, the wife of the president of an international trading company.
