C268 Zhao Yuyao

"Rulong, you were saying..." A woman with a captivating presence approached, wine glass in hand. She paused mid-sentence, her gaze landing on Faang Yu standing next to Xin Rulong. A flicker of intrigue crossed her striking eyes. "And who might this be?"

She had been acquainted with Xin Rulong for a while but had never come across Faang Yu before. Yet