C90 Do a Good Job and Die

Downstairs, Mo Qiuyan had tied up her hair in an ancient bun. It was a type of exquisite and luxurious feeling. On her face that was as exquisite as white jade, there was some elegant and noble temperament. She looked like a cold and elegant beauty that couldn't be desecrated.

Seemingly having a good conversation with the staff member, the staff member walked down from the stage