Shen Mengxi was about the same height as Duan Yanran, with a fine appearance that was augmented by a playfulness. Her shoulder-length hair, slightly yellowed, gave her a bit of a wild air.
Ling Tianyu merely appreciated her without any improper thoughts.
Just as the saying goes, "For a gentleman, a graceful lady is a fitting match."
"Hello, I'm Shen Mengxi, my father is Shen Lang." Shen Mengxi extended her slender fingers, with a peony-like smile, to introduce herself.
"His daughter?!" Ling Tianyu, upon hearing this, was somewhat surprised. It was inconceivable that Shen Lang would send his daughter, which showed his serious regard.
The Shen Family had given him, Ling Tianyu, a great favor that he now owed.
