Not only was her figure worth a look, but her features were even more stunning and charming. Although her face carried a habitual coldness that seemed to push people away, she still attracted everyone's gaze.
A pair of white high heels stepped steadily, her curled hair naturally voluminous and cascading over her shoulders, swaying gently with her movements.
The crowd hadn't even reacted yet, and she had already made her way towards the stage. She must be some family's heiress, right?
She was probably not a model or celebrity, even though she had the figure of a model and the face of a star, but if she were a public figure, many people would recognize her.
Everyone was puzzled by the beauty before them.
It was normal not to recognize her because Song Ying had mostly been abroad, and her visits back home were few and far between.
Song Ying walked up to Song Jie's side, "Brother, sorry, I'm late."