Standing there, staring at the beautiful woman, Yan Xiaobao was momentarily startled, but he quickly overcame his surprise and nodded to the two women.
"You summoned me, ladies," he said calmly, as if he hadn't been captivated by the beauty of this woman moments ago. His ability to swiftly regain his composure made his demeanor stand out in a mix of astonishment and admiration.
With an elegant gesture, she motioned to a chair in front of both Wan Qiao and herself—a small chair. Yan Xiaobao quickly sat down, his expression one of satisfaction as he nodded lightly.
"So, what should I be pleased about?" he asked curiously, his gaze shifting from one breathtaking woman to the other. When his eyes settled on the blood bottle between them, he couldn't help but wonder what exactly had transpired.
"A lovely day," the woman spoke, her voice as light as a summer breeze, as warm as rays of sunshine. Hearing her mesmerizing words felt as if someone had been transported to an eternal summer.
