Standing at one meter seventy-seven, the blonde woman in a pure white off-shoulder evening gown, Zhan Bingxue, revealed a charming smile. She perfectly showcased her most exquisite curves, giving off a sexy yet effortless vibe. Amidst the blooming flowers of the garden hall, she laughed lightly like a fairy:
"Chu Mo... or should I say Mr. Chu? How should I address you? To be honest, I think it's you who are more surprising."
In the Pastoral Themed Hall on Tianxiangyuan Eighty-Nine Floors, where it's spring all year round, the air was filled with birdsong and the scent of flowers. Nearby, one could hear the sound of a stream flowing under a small bridge. Chu Mo made a welcoming gesture, and the two sat down at a dining table under a large tree. Without any special orders, several good-looking female servers had already begun serving dishes in an orderly fashion.
