Her black hair was straight and smooth, like satin, and she was currently holding a steaming cup of red tea in both hands.
Her tender, moist lips lightly sipped, and as she drank a little red tea, she left a blurred lipstick mark.
This young lady naturally possessed the dignified and noble air of a young lady.
If Milis, who once mocked Lin Da in the trading company, saw this girl, she would absolutely feel humiliated, so ashamed she might want to bury her head in her lap.
Such aristocratic air could not be brought by dress or adornment alone.
The girl's every move carried the elegance of a high-class figure, her grip on the tea cup handle was impeccable, each finger positioned just right, so much so that even a royal etiquette tutor would sigh in admiration, feeling unworthy.
She looked down with interest. Through the one-way crystal floor-to-ceiling window, she spotted a small girl in a white dress with cat ears?
