Liu Manhong looked at the handsome young man in front of her and smiled, "Have a seat."
Although she didn't know who this man was, seeing Zou Zeng and the others so anxious and afraid to come over, she found it quite amusing.
"My name is Lu Xiaohang. You can call me Xiaohang."
Lu Xiaohang looked well-mannered and elegant.
Liu Manhong was trying on a bracelet and nodded slowly, "Hmm."
"And you? What's your name?"
"Just call me Sister Hon," Liu Manhong said casually.
Lu Xiaohang looked at Liu Manhong with amazement.
Although she was not young, Liu Manhong had the charm and charisma that young women did not have, with the experience and wisdom of her age, making other people feel calm.
Of course, he would soon learn that the calmness was just an illusion.
"Sister Hong." Lu Xiaohang smiled brightly and pointed to one of the bracelets and said, "This one suits you better, you have pale skin."
