In a circle of amazed, stunned, and bewildered gazes, that elegant figure calmly appeared in front of everyone.
"So it's Miss Qin Qingran!" Once everyone saw clearly, the astonishment seemed to lessen slightly.
If it's Qin Qingran, then they weren't surprised. The woman's identity didn't require her to curry favor with anyone.
"Sister Qingran, how can you help her?" Wen Xin was evidently somewhat apprehensive of Qin Qingran, not daring to voice her displeasure outright, and instead pouted, playing the victim.
Gu Xiaoer's big eyes were fixed on Qin Qingran, as if she couldn't get enough.
Indeed, the girl before them was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Her plain, beautiful face wasn't fragile or alluring, but gentle and understated.
Exquisitely beautiful, yet not ostentatious, especially the grace in her movements made it hard to look away.
Overall, very pleasant, the more you look, the more comfortable it feels.
