Chen Qiuwan was at that moment confronting a man dressed in a suit.
Chen Mo first glanced at Chen Qiuwan's attire.
Chen Qiuwan was dressed exceptionally beautifully today, her hair done up and neatly combed, certainly resembling the get-up of a noblewoman.
She wore a light purple evening gown, the skirt of which was held high.
The neckline was V-shaped, plunging down to her chest, where a pair of snow-white breasts heaved rapidly with her hurried breaths.
Anger filled her beautiful face.
As for the man standing before Chen Qiuwan, his appearance was exceedingly ordinary, but the suit he wore was still quite expensive.
Clutching a wine glass with a sneer of scorn on his lips, he watched Chen Qiuwan with icy eyes.
Chen Qiuwan clenched her teeth, her eyes red with rage, clearly extremely furious.
