She doesn't want to pretend anymore

It was too early for Yan Zhan to say this, because they saw the woman before they even arrived at the public auction.

Manshu and Yan Zhan accompanied Mr. Zhu out, and the door next door was also opened.

A woman with great momentum walked out from inside.

The suit from brand C showed off her slim and graceful figure, her long and white legs, and the white hip skirt that only reached above her knees.

The clothes are a deep V-neck short-sleeved shirt, and a Chanel-style jacket on the outside.

There was an emerald necklace around her neck, with the pendant extending over the ravine.

tsk...

Ninety-nine percent of men would like this figure.

But there are already some traces of time on her face, which cannot be concealed even by all the jewels and jewelry.

In general, the only way to describe the woman in front of me is "middle-aged but still charming."

Her identity should not be simple, because the man holding the umbrella for her was wearing a white shirt, trousers, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and looked quite handsome.

However, Mansu didn’t look at the other man for long. She just glanced at him and then looked away.

This lady is worth a lot of money. She is followed by a young man carrying a bag, who is dressed the same as the young man.

Then came a group of bodyguards in black, all of them with strong muscles, looking like they were not someone to be trifled with.

"Mr. Zhu, you are going to the auction now too?"

The voice is full of charm.

Manshu shuddered when he heard this.

"Ms. Jin, aren't you going now?"

Mr. Zhu was very calm about this. Perhaps it was because they were neighbors and they were no longer surprised by her behavior.

"Didn't I get up late?" Ms. Jin lifted her hair beside her ear.

"However, I think now is just the right time. Otherwise, how could I have met Master Yan San?"

"right?"

Ms. Jin looked towards Yan Zhan and saw that his eyes were not on her, and his expression was slightly deep.

"Third Master, long time no see, don't you recognize me?"

"Or are you pretending not to know me in front of the little girl?"

Ms. Jin looked at Manshu, and when she saw her face that was so tender that it looked like it could be pinched to produce water, her eyes flashed with deep jealousy.

"This little sister is pretty and looks young. How old is she this year?"

Yan Zhan didn't say anything, but she didn't feel awkward at all and directly changed the topic to Manshu.

Manshu remembered what the old man and Yan Zhan had said before, that the woman next door was coveting his third uncle.

She now realized that there was no possibility that this woman had any ambiguity with her uncle.

She looked at least twenty years older than Yan Zhan.

If she was unilaterally coveting Yan Zhan, that would make sense.

Yan Zhan was young at that time, and it was really disgusting for him to be targeted by a woman who could be his mother.

After figuring this out, Manshu looked at Ms. Jin with interest: "Sister is also good-looking. She must have been a great beauty when she was young."

"The little girl is so sweet." Although Ms. Jin didn't like seeing young and beautiful girls, she still felt happy about Manshu's compliments.

"I'm not being sweet, because my mother was also very beautiful when she was young. I'm just telling the truth."

Manshu corrected her seriously.

Ms. Jin's face turned slightly cold. Is she comparing herself to her mother?

Isn't it just to say that she is old now?

The little girl looks honest, but she is quite smart!

"Is the little girl Mr. Zhu's granddaughter? Why haven't I seen her before?"

Ms. Jin avoided topics related to women's age, and while asking Mr. Zhu, her eyes were still on Yan Zhan.

That sticky gaze, like a beautiful snake spitting out its tongue, made Manshu shudder and get goose bumps.