If Jiang Xinghai hadn't just been with Mi Hong, he would've definitely gotten a nosebleed.
Ye Zhiqiu's beauty radiated from within, and here she was, right in front of him.
How could any normal man not have a few inappropriate ideas?
But Jiang Xinghai turned to look at Mi Hong instead.
Comparing the two, each had her own unique appeal.
Mi Hong's figure was full and curvaceous, the very definition of a mature woman.
Ye Zhiqiu, on the other hand, was clearly like an ethereal fairy who had transcended the mortal realm, so beautiful that one wouldn't dare approach, fearing that any proximity would feel like a profanation.
Besides, Ye Zhiqiu's current words and actions didn't match Mi Hong's initial description of her at all.
He had been watching Ye Zhiqiu closely the entire time.
Ye Zhiqiu's behavior was not that of a cold and unapproachable ice queen; in fact, she seemed to be intentionally trying to show her best side to him.
"Why don't we eat now?"
