The first thing Yu Shuhuai did after returning home was to pick up a brick from downstairs and flatten the protruding iron sheet on the door. Xu Jing stood nearby and watched with a smile, using his mobile phone to help him illuminate.
"I think thirty is the best age for a woman."
Xu Jing stood in front of the full-length mirror in the living room, looking at his face and speaking softly.
Here, Yu Shuhuai changed into pajamas and lay on the sofa looking at her, thinking: She must be very good-looking even when she is old.