Rou Rou opened the door and peered at the woman standing there. When Zhao Min told her that his assistant would be here with his bag, she had expected a staid looking man like maybe Uncle Yang. But this was too different from her imagination. The woman in front of her was a Goddess. Though she herself would not lose out to any beauty, the woman in front of her was well made up while she was wearing t-shirt and shorts, while the woman was dressed in a grey suit that accentuated her hourglass figure. A crisp and professional smile graced her face as she gave her a similar once over.
You did not miss the disdain that entered the woman's eyes who had already disregarded her as a normal student. The woman did not bother to greet her or even introduce herself as she caught the handle of a bag to pull it along.