Thinking about how she used to be one of the famed "Four Beauties of the Capital City," a socialite of considerable renown, and now she's reduced to shopping at a supermarket and squeezing onto the subway, Mu Xiangwan couldn't help but feel a little pity for Wu Meiting.
But then again, when she thought of how narrow-minded this woman was, some unease crept into her heart. She pulled out her phone and dialed her cousin.
Mu Xiangyang knew his beloved younger sister would never call him without a reason, and when he picked up, he asked with a laugh, "What's the matter, bride-to-be? Need your brother's help with something?"
Mu Xiangwan didn't bother with idle chatter and spoke directly, "Brother, I need your help with something."
"What's up? Tell me."
"Do you remember Wu Meiting? I just saw her at the supermarket near our school. It's been less than three years—how could she already be out of prison?"
