To be honest, Xiong Wenwen's mother, Chen Shumei, was indeed a very beautiful woman. Mature, glamorous, and gentle in temperament. Though she was around thirty, that age did not make a modern urban woman look old at all. She was still full of charm and allure.
Under normal circumstances, she would certainly have had no shortage of admirers.
Unfortunately, her son Xiong Wenwen was a Ghost Tamer, and she herself had indirectly become involved in the supernatural circle.
That circle was terrifying and cruel. Death was as commonplace as daily meals.
A woman's beauty held no value whatsoever in that circle, because most Ghost Tamers were no longer normal people. After their bodies had been eroded by ghosts, their human emotions gradually faded, and so did their desires.
Of course, it was not just female beauty. Male good looks were equally meaningless.
Chen Shumei clenched her hands nervously. Her face was filled with shame and sorrow. She had thrown everything aside, even her dignity, to beg Captain Yang, yet what she received was a merciless refusal.
The beauty and figure she had always taken pride in held not the slightest attraction for this young man, Yang Jian.
He was not even as interested in them as he was in a cup of tea on the table.
But she had no choice. Chen Shumei did not know many people in this circle and could find no one to help her. Yang Jian was the only one she had met before, and the only one whose contact information she had.
Yang Jian wondered whether his words had been too harsh. Looking at the silent, ashamed Chen Shumei before him, he changed his tone. "I can give you Cao Yanhua's number. He's the Deputy Minister at Headquarters. It might help if you tell