She didn't like the kind of life where you could see everything at a glance, that made her restless.
Perhaps, the reckless ambition of her youth still lingered in her bones.
Even though it had been eroded by life beyond recognition, the blood of the Meng Family still flowed in her veins, making her restless.
"He really does care about you," Qu Shengxia came over and joined her in looking downstairs, enviously saying, "It would be great if I could meet someone like that in the future."
Meng Xi'er lifted her hand and pinched her face, "You're still young, no need to rush."
"Still young at twenty-five," Qu Shengxia glared at her, "when you were twenty-five, your child was already two years old, okay?"
"I'm different from you," Meng Xi'er picked up her bag and waved at Qu Shengxia, "Let's go, it's cold, remember to put on a coat when you go downstairs!"
