The speaker was a rather handsome man in his thirties who spoke as he walked toward Qiao Zhi.
Upon hearing the voice, everyone in the lobby, including Zheng Hua who had just called Qiao Zhi 'sister-in-law,' was startled and exclaimed, "Ah, Little Qiao..."
Immediately, everyone crowded around Qiao Zhi as if they had seen a celebrity, sizing her up and murmuring, "Tsk, tsk, so beautiful~"
"Even more beautiful than a movie star~"
"Cut it out. Don't compare her to those celebrities. Those celebrities are all fake—black mushrooms..."
"The key is her figure, her demeanor... tsk, tsk~~"
Qiao Zhi usually kept a low profile when she went out, driving the most ordinary car, wearing a sun hat and sunglasses, so armed, naturally, no one would recognize her. But today, in order to have a pleasant meal with Wang Xiaoqiang, she showed her bare face and recklessly clung to Wang Xiaoqiang's arm under the grand hall—how could people not recognize her?
