"Hmm?"
Wang Chao raised his eyebrows, staring at Duanmu Tang's face, which wore an oddly perplexed expression.
"Actually, I'm not the only one here this time!"
Duanmu Tang lifted his head towards Wang Chao and said with cold sweat breaking out on his face.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a resounding noise of high heels clicking against the floor came from behind.
Wang Chao's eyes lit up at the sound; in his mind, he was sketching the woman's figure, which was surely angelic, absolutely enchanting...
Indeed, as he had predicted, there was a woman in the corridor, about 1.75 meters tall with a supermodel-like physique, striding confidently in his direction.
Her face was fair and delicate—a visage so beautifully sculpted, it seemed to be fine jade, pure and flawless.
