After all, as Yan Hanxiang's good friend, she knew very well that Yan Hanxiang had been sunny and cheerful all her life, and even now, as a widow, her mood was not affected, but she also had a 'sense of smell' talent.
"What if," He Qingyan suddenly said, "my mom was also only twenty years old, and she had a man and a woman who both had a close relationship with dreams, would she be more attractive to Gu Ran?"
Gu Ran's heart jumped to his throat.
Was this He Qingyan's wild imagination, or her sharp observational skills?
Unmoved, Yan Hanxiang's delicate and charming face lifted slightly, saying, "If I were only twenty years old, I wouldn't need any dream-affinity physique to be more attractive than you and Su Qing."
"But, Mom, you definitely can't beat twenty-year-old Mrs. Jing."
"That's in Gu Ran's eyes, in his eyes, neither you at twenty nor Jing at forty compare."
Even if the opponent was her own daughter, Yan Hanxiang mercilessly retorted.