Leading the way was a white-haired, taciturn woman, who appeared to be around fifty years old. Following behind her was a middle-aged woman with a pretty face and a smile that made her seem kind and gentle. However, a fleeting calculating glint in her eyes made Ye Qianzhi realize that this woman was probably not as straightforward as she seemed.,He glanced at the steaming white porridge and red-braised meat, then forced his head away, refusing to look in that direction again.,Ye Qiangzhi hung her head, speechless. Gazing at the frail and unfamiliar hand, she knew she had crossed over.。