Wu Yuan looked at the two of them, feeling a bit awkward. To Shu Ming, he was someone he had just met, and he was not very close to Shen Tong either. But Shu Ming and Shen Tong had known each other for many years.
Right now, my face was covered in wrinkles; I looked at least fifty years old. Worse still, there was a three-inch-long old scar diagonally across my face, cutting right across my entire left cheek.
When the Old Madam and Xue Qingren received a secret report from a servant and kicked the door open with their men, the sight that greeted them was the two of them sleeping in each other's arms on the bed.
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