She looked about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, maybe even younger. Her features were pure and delicate. However, she had deliberately put on heavy makeup and was wearing a royal blue business suit, her expression feigning maturity.

"Yes." I had already prepared myself mentally.

With this kind of entrance, there was no need to ask—I knew she was here to pick a fight.

"Oh, so you're the old woman who's been clinging to him all this ...