"No wonder the security stopped you, you look so young. How come after all these years, you are looking younger?" Li Xianghong welcomed Wang Xiaoqiang into the office, closed the door, and smiled at him.
Since he entered, Li Xianghong's peach blossom eyes had not left him. She missed him very much after all these years.
Her feelings for Wang Xiaoqiang were genuine.
Even after Wang Xiaoqiang left, she remained faithful, never getting involved with any man. Although Wang Xiaoqiang was not her husband and she had no obligation to remain chaste for him, she always regarded Wang Xiaoqiang as her only man, until the end of her life.
"You're not old either, entering a second youth?" Wang Xiaoqiang glanced at Li Xianghong.
"Oh, come on, I'm over forty now. Second youth?" Li Xianghong batted her eyes at Wang Xiaoqiang and laughed.
"Aged wine, the older, the more fragrant." Wang Xiaoqiang walked up to Li Xianghong.
