Cold and detached, radiant in her solitary splendor, she stood apart from the world!
From the moment they laid eyes on the girl before them, everyone subconsciously refused to believe that the words they had just heard actually came from her lips.
Unconsciously, they made way for a narrow path, allowing that slender yet disdainful figure to slowly walk through.
"You?" Upon seeing Ling Xi's delicate face filled with cold beauty, Mrs. Pan's brows knitted tightly; for those women who were excessively beautiful, no matter their age, they still easily aroused envy in others.
Moreover, for certain wealthy men, it was normal to keep one, two, even three or four mistresses; and these mistresses were almost always young women the age of Ling Xi.
They were young, beautiful, and had the assets.
