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.,Ye Qiangzhi hung her head, speechless. Gazing at the frail and unfamiliar hand, she knew she had crossed over.,Ger Ye Qiangzhi's thoughts were similar to those of Ye Qianzhi. Her cousin, Song Sanlang, the fiance of her younger cousin, was a student who had gone to Beijing to study. Because both parties were not young anymore, after discussions between the two families, it was decided that they would get married at the end of the year.。