After getting off the car, Ye Feng waited at the entrance of the club. Chen Xuan arrived shortly after.
She was wearing a wine-red evening gown today.
This evening gown was obviously made by a master.
Not only did it accentuate her slightly plump figure, but it also made her look extremely perfect. It also displayed a noble and sacred feeling.
Other than Chen Xuan herself, a woman in her fifties also got out of the car at the same time as Chen Xuan.
The woman was graceful and elegant, and she looked 70% similar to Chen Xuan.
Although she was older, her facial features were still very delicate.
It could be seen that when she was young, she was also a rare beauty.
Her every move revealed the powerful aura of a strong woman.
When Chen Xuan saw Ye Feng, she immediately ran over.
She hooked his arm naturally. "Xiao Feng, why are you here so early?"
