Rong Yan was not a Princess. She did not have the sweet and soft temperament of a Princess. The beauty that she exuded was invasive and shocking. Only the title of Queen was worthy of her.
Rong Yan's lips curled up. are you saying that everyone will be jealous of me? "
"That's right. You'll definitely be the envy of everyone tonight. Young master ya, Qianqian is really blessed."
The stylist's words might have been a little exaggerated, but Rong Yanjin was definitely the most beautiful woman as she had said.
At eight o 'clock in the evening, Secretary Zhou called.
"Miss Rong, are you ready?"
"Yes, I'm fine now." Rong Yan couldn't wait to think about the past. She wanted to know what gift Liancheng Yazhi had prepared for her.
"The car is ready for you. The driver will send you to block A of Beijing," Secretary Zhou said.
Rong Yan frowned slightly. Block A of the Empire. Although she had lived there for a long time, to be honest, Rong Yan didn't really like it there.
