Ling Yuxuan felt a wave of nervousness upon seeing these six individuals, and immediately halted in her tracks.
Their faces were fierce, and their gazes towards Ling Yuxuan were rife with undisguised greed, like wolves that had spotted meat, almost drooling at the sight.
Zhao Yang stood behind Ling Yuxuan and surveyed the six through his sunglasses with a disdain that was beyond comparison.
"Hello, I'm here to see Master Chu," Ling Yuxuan said in a low voice.
"We know; if we weren't waiting for you, we would've been home cuddling up with chicks and sleeping by now," one of the thugs scanned Ling Yuxuan from head to toe. At this moment, Ling Yuxuan was dressed in business attire, her curves prominent and full of feminine allure beneath the tight-fitting clothes.
Although she was over thirty, Ling Yuxuan appeared to be in her twenties. Not only did she possess exquisite beauty, but she also had the charm of a mature woman that a twenty-something-year-old girl lacked.
