As he spoke, Chen Xiaobei scanned her from top to bottom.
The woman was undeniably beautiful. She was about 170 centimeters tall, dressed in a pure white knitted mesh top and light-black slacks. With her large breasts, rounded bottom, white high heels, and a cascade of fiery red wavy hair, she was a true stunner, both beautiful and striking.
However, she looked completely unfamiliar. Chen Xiaobei had no memory of ever seeing her before.
At that moment, the woman held a large pile of gift boxes in one hand while lightly covering her mouth with the other as she teased, "Chen Xiaobei, do you really not remember me?"
"Think harder!"
"Ugh—" Chen Xiaobei was at a complete loss. "Miss, I really can't recall. Who are you?"
"Tsk, you're no fun at all!" She rolled her eyes at Chen Xiaobei and huffed, "Qiu Xingcai. Surely you remember now, right?"
"What? You're Qiu Xingcai?!"
Chen Xiaobei nearly collapsed.
