She walked gracefully towards the door, wearing an elegant beige striped loungewear.
Xin Xiaoxiao turned around, her gaze turning hostile in an instant. She hugged Lun Shujun's arm tightly and whispered in her ear, "That's the Evil Queen of our house."
The Evil Queen... So, is she implying she's Snow White?
Lun Shujun thought amusedly to herself, as she watched Mao Jialan approach slowly, beautiful and distinguished.
Indeed, she looked different from those vulgar floozies.
There are so many beautiful women in this world, but to have not bored Xin Hailong, the nouveau riche, for so many years and even managed to become official—this woman is not simple.
First, intelligence is essential; otherwise, without a title for so many years, she wouldn't have had the patience to endure.
While evaluating, Mao Jialan had already walked up to her. She calmly withdrew her thoughts and nodded slightly to Mao Jialan.
