Ning Guiwan woke up to find it was already dusk outside.
Opening her eyes, she saw an enlarged, exquisitely featured face with fine lines.
Although Old Madam Quan was past sixty, she showed no signs of aging. The aura of wealth and nobility about her made her look dignified and elegant.
Ning Guiwan had just woken up, her eyes still somewhat hazy. After a moment, she smiled. "Grandma Quan?"
A brief flicker of embarrassment crossed Old Madam Quan's face; she probably hadn't expected Ning Guiwan to wake up so suddenly.
She straightened up, walked to the coffee table, picked up a teacup, and took a sip. Clearing her throat as if it were an afterthought, she then said, "Xiaowan, do you have any particular requirements for your other half?"
Ning Guiwan's arm was numb from lying on it. As she was flexing it, she heard the question and looked over.
