Cold war

Mo Zihan raised his head to look at the entrance where a crowd was surrounding Ying Yue as she walked forward with four bodyguards shielding her, a gentle smile resting on her lips while her eyes were covered by her shades.

She was dressed in a Chanel black lacy little dress that hugged her body tightly while accentuating her curves, her seven cm high heels making her appear taller than she was. Although Ying Yue was a tad bit short than Tang Li in height, but being a supermodel, her figure was well maintained in every aspect.

Her mid-length straight hair was let loose and she looked like the perfect star that she was.

Mo Zihan quickly shook his head. What was he admiring her beauty for? This woman is a two-faced pervert.

As for Ying Yue, she was completely unaware of his existence as she weaved through the crowd with the help of her guards.

She was becoming stiff as she tried to keep that gentle smile while her insides were ready to curse out loud.