Wasn't Mr. Zhao busy attending to guests? Why did he suddenly think of her?
Hua Xiaomai turned around and exchanged a bewildered look with Meng Yuhuai. They followed Mr. Zhao into the front hall. As soon as she looked up, she saw a woman dressed as a lady sitting in the hall. When the three of them entered, the woman immediately stood up. Her gaze leisurely swept over Hua Xiaomai, and a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
So, Mr. Zhao's so-called "distinguished guest" was a woman? Hua Xiaomai couldn't suppress her surging curiosity. She discreetly sized up the woman, wondering what her relationship with Mr. Zhao might be.
The woman appeared to be in her thirties. While not exceptionally beautiful, she had a very delicate and fair complexion. Her clothes weren't cheap at first glance and she emitted a sharp, efficient aura, making it hard to guess her background. Hua Xiaomai scratched her head—why exactly had Mr. Zhao eagerly called her over to meet this woman?
