Qin Chuan heard this and instinctively turned his head to take a look.
Today, Meng Wantang was wearing an off-white qipao.
The qipao was embroidered with plum blossom patterns in silk, giving off a sense of proud snow plum blossoms.
She was at least about 1.68 meters tall, and wearing a pair of five-centimeter-high heels, her figure looked even taller and slimmer.
Her long, black hair was styled into a neat bun, revealing a fair and delicate oval face.
The tight-fitting qipao embraced her graceful figure, showcasing the charms of a mature woman to the fullest.
Her appearance immediately caught everyone's attention.
Some greasy middle-aged men had sparks of desire flash in their eyes.
But, remembering her identity, each of them quickly withdrew their gazes.
This was Meng Wantang, the helmsman of the Tiger Hall in the Red Dragon Association.
No matter how great her figure or stunning her beauty, she was destined to be out of their league.
