Xiao Li noticed Zhuang Long's gaze. She thought of something and her gaze froze. When she looked at Zhuang Long again, she could not help but have a deeper meaning. Xiao Meng came downstairs and wore the new dress she had bought two days ago, looking less old-fashioned.
However, she had worked in prison for so many years. No matter how beautiful her clothes were, they could not make her look younger.
The two women met and stared at each other in a daze.
Xiao Meng thought that this wife was really beautiful.
Xiao Li was thinking that Aunt Meng was really old.
Xiao Li nodded at Xiao Meng and greeted her respectfully, "Hello, Madam. I'm Qilin's mother."
Xiao Meng tried to look more benevolent.
She walked to Xiao Li and held her hand. She said, "You're really good-looking."
Xiao Li said, "My name is Clarice, Clarice Lawson. My Chinese name is Xiao Li. Madam, you can call me Ah Li."