Chapter 138: A Disaster-Level Beauty

The House of Prosperity. A private dining room on the first floor. Madam Cuiyun was currently sitting upright, her expression respectful. She sat across from a stunning beauty with long, snow-white hair, a simple white dress, and a calm, elegant bearing. Her features were clear and stunning, and although she was in her thirties, she looked barely a day over twenty. She sat there casually, cold as ice and proud as snow. Just looking at her left others with a chilling, prickling sensation. Zhu...