Although it wasn't his first time meeting Lin Meiqing, each encounter left Shen Fanyun with a different impression. This was especially true today. Lin Meiqing had clearly taken great care with her appearance, seeming a class above other women her age who postured and preened in their gold and silver.
As Lin Meiqing led the way, she walked with a leisurely gait. Her body swayed gently with each step, her ample curves nearly stretching the blue fabric of her dress to its limits. Perhaps the dress's color is too pale, or the material too sheer... Or maybe Lin Meiqing underestimated her own figure? Shen Fanyun could faintly make out the trace of a black triangle. It looks like the same piece I accidentally saw in the bathroom at Lin Jia's home a few days ago. Back then, I was curious. Lin Jia's frame is too small for a garment that size. So, it was Lin Meiqing's after all.
"How is Jiajia performing at your company?" Lin Meiqing suddenly asked.
