บท 653: It Must Be Fake

A group of people entered in a cool manner.

A woman was walking in the front, and she was holding a seven-year-old child. Behind them, there were eight bodyguards in shades following around. She looked really cool, and she was like a lady who was the head of a mafia triad in movies.

Shen Qianshu's arm had not fully recovered. The weather was getting warmer, and she wore a long-sleeved blue dress. The sleeves were baggy, and they swayed around, making her look elegant. She wore a snow-white vest, and there was a rose brooch on both sides of the vest.

The pigeon ruby brooch shone brightly under the sun. It was really exquisite, and the color was oddly nice. It made Shen Qianshu seem prettier and more elegant. Her clear eyes seemed to emit the same radiance of roses. Her smile moved many hearts and made every other woman in the venue seem like peasants.

"Shen Qianshu is so pretty. Her face is just so flawless."