Zhang Xiaofan had just approached the Mercedes when the rear door opened.
A woman in a white blouse stepped out.
The fabric of the blouse looked soft but maintained its crispness, highlighting her curvaceously proud figure perfectly. The white blouse was somewhat transparent, allowing a glimpse of the garments underneath.
She had the standard melon seed-shaped face with the legendary phoenix eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows, topped with a perky nose and a flawless white complexion. Even without foundation or heavy makeup, she was very pleasing to the eye.
The aura of a goddess exuded from her, truly overwhelming.
This woman, unlike the village women like Sun Qian, had a different air about her.
It wasn't that the village women like Sun Qian weren't pretty, but rather they had a different vibe.
The woman before Zhang Xiaofan was like a city executive, while women like Sun Qian or Zhou Shuyi carried the essence of village belles or the sweetheart in every man's rural fantasy.