Hearing Zhao Tiezhu's words, Yang Simin's face suddenly sank, and with a few indifferent meanings, stared at Zhao Tiezhu fiercely, and asked quite dissatisfied.

"What do you mean by that? Does that mean I'm old?

What a woman cares about most is her beautiful face, especially the beautiful woman, which is becoming more and more important, not to mention the woman who thinks she has the national flavor like Yang Simin.

After hearing Zhao Tiezhu's words, Yang Simin, even though she had some faint affection for Zhao Tiezhu, disappeared. Even in the bottom of her heart, she secretly regretted why she had brought Zhao Tiezhu here so foolishly.

Zhao Tiezhu...