Luo Chunxiao was indeed as described by Lin Yanmei, a big beauty.
Since starting his own company, Ma Zhihao had been traveling across the country, meeting various clients.
Among them, he had seen countless beauties.
But when Luo Chunxiao appeared, his gaze paused slightly.
Because he didn't expect Lin Yanmei's niece to be such a graceful and gentle girl.
Luo Chunxiao wore a shirt in a soft color, with a waistline that was tied with a bow at the waist. Paired with white nylon bell-bottom pants, it perfectly showcased her tall and slender figure.
Her shiny, black hair that reached her waist was casually tied at the back of her head with a silk ribbon, adding a scholarly elegance to her demeanor.
Her skin was very fair, her face was a standard oval, and her eyes were as dark and sparkling as the stars, with a captivating allure.
It wasn't that Ma Zhihao was moved by her, but he was momentarily stunned by her beauty.
