Su Zhilan had heard from Su Xueyi that Ji Nuan was not a pushover.
Seeing that Ji Nuan seemed not to be easily manipulated by her, Su Zhilan hesitated for a second before she walked up to her.
Ji Nuan looked up and said flatly, "Ji Nuan."
Now that she took the initiative to introduce herself, the other party smiled politely at her. "Su Zhilan."
This was really a friendly self-introduction.
Was her surname Su too?
Ji Nuan asked calmly, "May I ask what your relationship with Su Xueyi is?"
"She is my cousin."
Su Zhilan's appearance and temperament were good yet very aggressive. She was about five feet and five inches tall; she wore high heels and had a delicate, pointed chin, and an oval face. Dressed in a white T-shirt, trousers, and a blue coat, she was beautiful in all the right places. Her hair was curled in a very casual way that hung over her shoulders.
Standing there, she looked proud, noble, and aggressively beautiful.
