Madam Shen found the voice strangely familiar.
Looking up, indeed it was an acquaintance.
"You are?" Madam Shen could hardly believe it.
Gu Shengyin smiled faintly and nodded, "Hello, Madam Shen, I am Lin Jianke."
Mr. Shen also stood up and shook hands with Gu Shengyin, astonishment in his eyes.
He sized up the woman before him: Her long hair was loosely braided and tied with a ribbon at the end, with a few wisps of hair naturally falling on her cheeks.
Yan Ruohua had the classic beauty of an ancient belle: willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and an oval face.
As a man, Shen Yuanhang couldn't comprehend her unfaithful husband mentioned by her.
What kind of woman could make him abandon such beauty?
However, it was a sensitive issue touching upon someone's pain, so Mr. Shen didn't inquire further.
"May I know, Lin Jianke sir, what should I call you in daily life?" Nowadays, talented women are also addressed with honorifics.
"My surname is Yan."
