Liang Yuan heard the voice and couldn't help but stop.
He looked up across the street and saw a beauty in a cheongsam with elements of blue and white porcelain, leaning in front of Gao Bai Zhuang's shop, smiling lightly as she gazed at him.
Zhuang Shuyuan's demeanor grew increasingly elegant and noble, under this noble poise, there was a hint of special allure.
This allure is normally impossible to detect.
She would only reveal a bit of it in front of Liang Yuan.
This woman's innermost being carried a gene for admiration of the strong.
To others, she could be indifferent, carrying herself with elegance and nobility, perched in a lofty position.
But when facing Liang Yuan, beneath her calm and noble exterior, was the buxom beauty from that night, biting the pillow, sobbing non-stop, enduring Liang Yuan's rough advances.
Liang Yuan raised an eyebrow, saying, "Wasn't the report already given during the meeting a couple of days ago?"
