Bi Yue Pavilion.
The purple clay teapot brewed tea, with wisps of smoke curling up, and two figures sat facing each other.
"Senior Sister, how come you are here?" Doctor Xiao asked.
The Senior Sister she referred to was precisely that voluptuous and beautiful woman. Although she was over forty, she appeared to be just in her early thirties. A woman in her thirties is indeed at her most plump, mature, and most womanly phase. This Senior Sister had fully embodied the mature allure of a woman. It wasn't just middle-aged men who might be informed by her presence—likely, even young men could be captivated. Compared to Doctor Xiao, this Senior Sister was dressed rather modernly and stylishly, with a bit of the flair of a wealthy lady.
Senior Sister said, "Junior Sister, you've been in Donglin City for three years now, right? Your arrangements are too slow."
