Beneath her high nose bridge was a pair of lips red as roses, her chin slightly raised.
Delicate and three-dimensional features, sharp gaze, exuding a strong sense of aggression.
Standing beside her was a foreign woman with medium-short flaxen hair, tall and slender, with a calm demeanor and an imposing presence.
Their appearance, coupled with the unique atmosphere, instantly made them the center of attention.
Seated Zhao Chengjun proactively stood up to greet them warmly.
Soon, the atmosphere in the venue turned lively, as people flocked over.
Lin Muxue!? It's her!
Shen Yuyan's hand suddenly clenched, biting her teeth with force, her eyes firmly fixed in her direction.
Lin Muxue, amidst the crowd, seemed to sense it and smiled as she met her gaze.
It was as if sparks were flying in the air.
Lin Muxue flashed a confident, smug smile at the corner of her lips, nodded slightly, and then looked away.
