First to enter were several waiters.
They each carried over a dozen bags and, after strenuously placing them in the private room, left.
Jiang Ran's body shivered just as he saw his cousin walking in.
She was a young girl, definitely not over twenty years old.
Her skin was extremely fair, with attractive almond-shaped eyes and long, delicate lashes.
It was a kind of appearance that made people comfortable.
Flowers buried in snow, a new moon casting a halo.
In today's society, it's rare to find such a flawless gaze.
Ying Zijin propped her chin, pensive.
How could such a girl make both Jiang Ran and Xiu Yu avoid her like the plague?
She rather liked her.
"Ahem, let me introduce you, this is my niece—" Ling Zhonglou cleared his throat, "Ling Mianxi. She's about the same age as you, Zijin. Xiu Yu and Yunshen already know her, so I won't reintroduce them."
Nie Chao found it strange.
He didn't know her. Why wasn't he being introduced?