"Who else could it be?" Ji Xinxin pouted.
Compared to Ji Xinxin's disdain, Cheng Yuanyuan's enthusiasm soared several levels. Her smile was extremely bright, almost as if flowers could bloom on her pretty face.
"So it's Young Madam Shi. No wonder I found you so familiar. I've longed to meet you. You are the envy, jealousy, and hate of all the women in Liang City."
"Hold it, exclude me from all women," Ji Xinxin corrected bluntly.
Cheng Yuanyuan glared at her playfully without responding.
Ling Chuxia blushed slightly upon hearing Cheng Yuanyuan's words, unsure of how to respond, so she murmured a low thank you.
Suddenly, Ji Xinxin's attention was drawn to the dress Cheng Yuanyuan had placed on the sofa. The bright red dress, like flames, had a simple cut yet was full of design sense, catching the eye with ease.