Su Youwei wore a simple and fresh white cartoon shirt with big eyes on the upper half of her body, and a JK skirt on the lower half, paired with white stockings.
Her pure face, without any embellishment, was about to overwhelm ninety percent of women.
And that fullness, even through clothes, seemed ready to burst forth at any moment.
A pair of slender jade legs were exposed, the white stockings transparent, yet one could clearly see the flesh-colored skin beneath—not crystal clear, but carrying an unmatched smoothness.
"Letting such a beautiful girl die right before my own eyes would truly be a pity."
With that thought, Zhang Xiaomeng's hand suddenly produced a silver needle, which he swiftly directed at Su Youwei's Danzhong acupoint.
As the silver needle entered her body, the True Qi attached to it also penetrated into Su Youwei's body.
The people nearby were startled by Zhang Xiaomeng's move and were dumbfounded.
And this scene was just witnessed by the arriving chairman.
