The old woman wore a crimson Tang suit. Although she was in her eighties, her spirit was still bright and her bearing was elegant. Her silver hair radiated an aura of authority.,After all, the deceased Chairman Li, under the silver needle in his hand, actually breathed again.,"Grandma, seeing her grandson's gloomy face, quickly tried to smooth things over: “A-Yan! One can’t judge a person by their looks! Our little Qinglei might not be conventionally beautiful, but she’s intelligent and has a warm smile…”。