The white shadow was like mist, ethereal and nearly intangible, yet it lacked any trace of sinister aura. If it hadn't been for Lu Mingxia standing against the light, with the sunlight streaming through the window and casting golden lines directly into the room, making even the dust in the air visible, Shaodan might not have noticed it.
She squinted her eyes but didn't speak.
Lu Mingxia stopped gently massaging her eyes and let her hands drop, her arms naturally resting on her lower abdomen.
Lu Mingxia then smiled broadly and said, "What are you looking for? Or what would you like to see? Just tell me, and I'll join you."
The hostess's understanding attitude contrasted so sharply with Shaodan and Ahqing's sneaky behavior that they felt immensely uncomfortable in an instant.
Lu Shaodan bit her lip, torn between embarrassment and hesitation.
