"Ding-dong—" Tang Song's phone vibrated.
Hu Mingli said with a smile, "I've sent you the photo on WeChat, take a look first and see if you like this style, we can discuss the others later."
"Okay," Tang Song nodded, picked up his phone, opened the WeChat message, and checked the photo.
In the photo was a girl wearing a light grey bodycon dress.
Her hair draped over her shoulders, and her features were mature and stunning.
Her chest was ample, her waist slim, her hips full, and her thighs were plump—a textbook example of an hourglass figure.
Overall, she looked voluptuous and full-bodied.
Tang Song took a sharp intake of breath, her looks were alright, but her figure was a bit exaggerated, like something out of a Korean comic.
Hu Mingli whispered, "What do you think, Tang Song, want to consider her? I'll let you in on a secret: she has ab lines."
