"Here she comes." Han Yingying hurriedly pushed through the crowd and rushed out.
Only then did she realize that the person looking for her was an incredibly beautiful woman, with a height easily over five feet nine, sporting a clean, trendy short haircut, exquisitely done makeup, and carefully chosen clothing. She exuded an aura of a high-class and icy demeanor, filled with the poise of a queen.
In contrast, dressed in a forest-style short skirt, wearing flat shoes, with a height of five feet five, and a bare face, Yingying felt like a primary school student standing before her.
"Are you Han Yingying?" Qiao Yuetong sized her up from head to toe with a slightly cold tone.
Taking a step back instinctively to put some distance between them, Han Yingying looked at her with confusion, "I am, and who might you be...?"
"Qiao Yuetong."
"Hello, what can I do for you?"
Qiao Yuetong got straight to the point, "Leave Shen Mosheng, you're not good enough for him."
