On her left and right, there were two girls with different styles. Their facial features were exquisite, and their temperaments were outstanding.
One was cold, and the other was charming.
Zhao Yueshu was known as the goddess of beauty in the entertainment industry. But if she were to stand in front of that charming girl, she would definitely be compared to her, and she would definitely be reduced to nothing beside her.
"Yingying, what are you looking at?" Cao Meihua turned around.
She was also stunned.
"Hello."
The girl stood in front of them. Her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were curved. When she smiled, her dimples were deep, sweet, and soft.
In an instant, the high and mighty aura on her body was dispelled.
"Hello, hello."
For some reason, the girl was clearly much younger than her, but when Xia Ying stood in front of her, she did not have any advantage at all. Instead, she appeared especially reserved.
