Shen Mianmian felt that the person outside was very likely Lu Siyuan, so without much thought, she directly opened the door, but when she saw the person outside, she suddenly froze.
Before her stood a beautiful woman dressed in a rose-red coat who seemed to be in her twenties. A white fur collar cradled her reddened cheeks, making her look both beautiful and pitiable.
Her large eyes were intently fixed on Mianmian, and her jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, topped with a fluffy hat. At a glance, her whole attire spoke of someone who had grown up with a silver spoon.
She was holding a suitcase in one hand and a white piece of paper in the other, evidently looking for someone.
Having been in Licheng for so long, Shen Mianmian had never seen such a beautiful and luxurious-looking woman before, and a name unbiddenly rose to her mind—Cheng Xining.
