Because of Zuo Yuqing's presence, Song Qiao felt somewhat uncomfortable staying in the same space with her.
After all, this woman had slapped her in the face before, and she feared she might not be able to restrain herself from slapping her back.
…
Compared to the unbearably hot weather and scorching sun during the day, the nights in An City were quite cool, even feeling the breeze while standing by the poolside.
"Miss Song."
Song Qiao was standing by the swimming pool, lost in thought, when she heard Zuo Yuqing's voice from behind.
Turning around, she saw Zuo Yuqing approaching, her steps light in high heels, as graceful as a professional model on the runway, with a beautifully made-up face that did not lack in prettiness, making Song Qiao feel for a moment as if she was not as beautiful as Zuo Yuqing.
But then she thought, how could she possibly be less beautiful?
