Li Xiaoxiao came to the World Trade Plaza, brought by Xie Han.
Before coming, Li Xiaoxiao was gentle and obedient like a well-behaved girl, but at this moment, dressed in a black wool micro-skirt, ten-inch high heels, and with that smoky eye makeup that exuded a cold charm, she looked like a sprite who had escaped from the night.
Xie Han opened his mouth, unsure of how to react for a moment.
He always knew Li Xiaoxiao was pretty, but the allure of her beauty at this moment made him feel she was like a vortex, dazzling to the point that he couldn't find his bearings.
Fu Mingyu felt no better than Xie Han.
Before departing, Wen Nuan still wore the OL suit that made him lose control, but now, with tight jeans, a loose shoulder-fall sweater, and her big wavy hair casually draped over her back, she exuded a lazy yet bright aura, like a movie star going to shoot an ad.
The stark contrast in style left Fu Mingyu breathless.
