Xu Musen left first to speak with people in each private room.
Meanwhile, in the room,
Yao Mingyue's presence always raised an indescribable tension in the air.
Zhu Yulan turned her head and found Yao Mingyue squeezing past her to the chair.
The two women subtly engaged in a silent contest.
In fact, both their auras, postures, and the cool demeanor of rich young ladies were quite similar.
One had phoenix eyes that exuded a natural nobility and slyness.
The other, with almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks, often looked clever yet slightly air-headed and discontented.
When it comes to looks, after a certain level of beauty is achieved, it becomes a matter of personal taste.
It's not easy to say who's more beautiful by a large margin; it's more about which type each person prefers.
Zhu Yulan had her grievances with Yao Mingyue because she always felt that the latter looked at her with a hint of... as if she was the mistress?
As if you were the "Main Wife" yourself? Goodness me!
