Just a short distance away, a group of people gradually approached along the corridor, encircled tightly by seven or eight men dressed in black suits; people could only make out a few figures by the dim light.
Old Madam Gu, wearing a custom-tailored Cheongsam, was smiling warmly and waving her hand to greet everyone.
Although she was almost of a venerable age, her spirit was still very good, and with proper grooming, she looked no different from someone in her sixties.
The ivory yellow Cheongsam enhanced her complexion well. There were no patterns embroidered on it, but it shimmered under the light, a testament to the quality of the material. The shawl draped over her arms was as soft as flowing clouds, emitting a gentle glow.
Shen Ruobing craned her neck to look.
Old Madam Gu hadn't worn any jewelry except for a single jade bracelet on her wrist, which was already starting to show a steel-like texture, and the color was a top-notch oily green.