Shen Qingqing finally looked directly at the middle-aged woman in front of her.
She was old, but there was a familiar shadow between her brows, somewhat resembling herself.
But more so, she resembled her mother.
Although she had forgotten many things, after recovering from her illness, Shen Qingqing reorganized her relationships.
She knew the person in front of her was called Shu Xian.
Her husband worked in a factory, holding a small leadership position.
As far as Shen Qingqing knew, Shu Xian had been a housewife since she got married, never having worked outside.
Seeing her current attire, she looked just like the canteen workers.
She should also be a staff member here.
Her face showed exhaustion, wear, and she aged severely, looking more than ten years older than Madam Jiang.
Shen Qingqing didn't know if she was going through something, otherwise, why would she be working?
But that had nothing to do with her.
