Weilan walked to the door, stood at the entrance, and glanced at Qin Meifen inside.
At this moment, Qin Meifen's hair was disheveled and messy, and her face was sallow. She looked completely spiritless and aged.
Weilan just looked at her and felt that even if this woman were to go out now, she was already an old, withered pearl.
She looked so hideous.
The words that had just come out of Qin Meifen's mouth made Weilan feel sad for her.
"You want to know?" Weilan spoke, looking at her.
"Shen Weilan," Qin Meifen said, seeing Weilan standing at the door, her rage flaring up upon seeing her still so glamorous: "You damn little slut, you actually dared to come back."
"Hah." Weilan shot her a cold glance and took out a makeup mirror from her bag, opening it and showing it to Qin Meifen: "Take a good look at yourself now? Like this, I'm afraid no man would like you."
Qin Meifen glanced at the mirror and was stunned.
