That was a tall and curvy woman.
She was wearing a deep blue custom OL suit, the narrow skirt wrapping around her slender and rounded legs, stepping on a pair of seven-centimeter black thin heels.
Her long hair, originally coiled at the back of her head, was slightly scattered over her shoulders, her eyes flowing with endless allure.
Lin Chuqiao crossed Fang Cheng, naturally stepping forward, his flawless smile on her face:
"Xiumei, got time to come over and play today? Welcome."
That tone and posture, assuredly those of a hostess greeting a guest.
Zhou Xiumei's fingertips slightly tightened.
But, after experience in song contest auditions and various big scenes, she was no longer the little girl who would blush and lower her head at the drop of a hat.
She stood straight, looking at Lin Chuqiao calmly, smiling as she replied:
"Hello, Sister Chuqiao. I thought about trimming the camellias on the roof terrace this morning, so I came over to have a look."
