Mu Luzhu pinched the bridge of her nose, revealing a look of fatigue, "Some things must be done step by step, gradually."
"You're right," Sister Zhang nodded, "Miss, then I'll go downstairs first."
"Go ahead," Mu Luzhu waved a hand, her gaze lingering on the black wallet.
**
Hualai Garden.
Old Madam Fu was sitting in front of the dressing table, drawing her eyebrows and putting on makeup. Although she was getting on in years and her skin was no longer smooth, she still radiated a settled beauty and her charm remained intact.
Time does not diminish true beauty.
After applying some light makeup, Old Madam Fu picked up a wooden hairpin and coiled her white hair at the back of her head. Then she found a cheongsam to change into. The bright red cheongsam looked just right on her, and for a moment, one could see the scene of the cardamom-aged girl leaning on the door and smiling.
An hour later, a video appeared online.