Lady Wangyue turned around, the smile on her face instantly twisting into something terrifyingly grotesque.
Behind her, Ming Mei deliberately lowered her voice and said, "This lady is quite amusing, so old yet so defiant of aging. If I were that old, it would be nice to maintain such a mentality."
Kang Chen comforted her, "Don't worry, when you are fifty, you will definitely be younger and prettier than her."
Ming Mei sighed, "But even if she doesn't accept her age, it doesn't work for her, does it? The King is only fourteen years old. When the two of them appear together, it really doesn't look like mother and son."
Kang Chen asked, "If not like mother and son, then what do they look like?"
Ming Mei said, "Like grandmother and grandson!"
Slap...
A crisp sound startled the people around, and all turned to look.
They saw Lady Wangyue's wine glass fall to the ground, shattering into pieces, wine splashing and staining her skirt.
The corners of Ming Mei's lips curled up.
