While speaking, the woman dressed in high-society fashion grabbed Ye Weiwei's hand, squinting and observing her intently, and then her eyes suddenly lit up, excitedly patting the back of her hand, "What fate!"
Ye Weiwei looked at the woman with a face full of suspicion, "Madam, what are you…?"
"Oh, you don't recognize me?" The high-society lady took off her exaggerated large-brimmed hat, threw it to Zhang Chi, pointed to her eyes, and blinked hard twice, "Look, look carefully, who am I?"
Ye Weiwei had not recognized her initially, but now being forcefully made to acknowledge her, she indeed remembered, "Ms. Xue?"
"Yes, I am the woman of many styles, Ms. Xue Baozhu." Xue Baozhu held her face with one hand, twisting her body, she couldn't be happier.
"Are you Director Zhang's mother?" Ye Weiwei turned to look at Zhang Chi.
Truthfully, it was hard for her to make a connection between these two.