Parachute

Zhao Xiaorann pushed the door and entered.

So leisurely, so unperturbed, so full of smiles.

She was like a free person, free and unrestrained. He was dressed in fashionable and tight-fitting clothes. He even intentionally wore earrings on his earlobes. These were all in conflict with the dress code of Xin Meng Merchant House.

Without a doubt, Zhao Xiaorann was still as beautiful as ever. Her every action exuded a strong sense of beauty. The passage of time did not leave a mark on her face. "It was just a little bit more shrewd, a little more confident and experienced.

Seeing Zhao Xiaorann come in, Tao Fei wanted to avoid her out of habit, so Lu Chen reached out his hand to stop her: "You don't have to leave, just stay here."

Tao Fei froze for a moment, but still nodded slightly.

Zhao Xiaorann sat calmly on the sofa with her legs crossed and her hands wrapped around her hair like some superstar preparing for an award ceremony.