Hearing her words, Jiang Tong paused, holding the teddy dog, her long lashes quivering slightly.
Qin Meiru sighed, "But since she got married, we haven't been in touch for a long time. It's quite a pity that I couldn't see her one last time."
Tang Liangqin was the number one socialite in Beijing back in the day.
So glamorous...
It's a pity, such a prominent figure, yet met an untimely end.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Tong's eyes darkened slightly, unsure of how to respond to her words.
The silent atmosphere between the two was interrupted by the servant's call of "Young Master."
Jiang Tong turned her head, just in time to see Bao Nan standing at the staircase.
Unaware that there were guests at home, Bao Nan came down wearing light grey loungewear.
The open collar clearly exposed his delicate collarbone, and his soft hair hung loosely on both sides, making his face appear less stern.
Jiang Tong felt very conflicted inside, almost reaching a point of silent cursing.
