Hearing this familiar voice, Wen Zhixing and Xu Qing couldn't help but turn their heads.
They saw Hua Yourong, clad in a red skirt, swaying her slender waist as she approached gracefully.
A sweet, powdery scent filled the air, mingled with the faint fragrance of flower petals.
"Greetings, Senior Sister Hua."
Upon seeing her, Xu Qing quickly bowed to pay his respects.
Wen Zhixing followed suit, but his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
It was Hua Yourong again. What a coincidence; I really don't want much contact with this Hua Yourong right now.
"No need for such formalities, junior brothers," Hua Yourong said with a smile, glancing at the two men as her slender white hands made a gentle dismissive gesture.
Compared to before, she seemed much more restrained today, her face holding less allure and more of the composed elegance of a young lady from a reputable family.
