Huo Weining raised an eyebrow, "My name is Huo Weining; I'm sure this name is not unfamiliar to you." Her brief introduction carried a trace of arrogance, a disdain lurking in her eyes.
Yet this disdain was directed at the woman before her—but she concealed it well, ensuring that the foolish woman in front of her didn't see it.
Hearing her introduction, Li Xinyu's pupils shrank slightly. Of course, the name was very familiar, "You're the young miss of the Huo Family?"
Huo Weining parted her red lips, "Mhm, I knew you'd know." Her appearance was glamorous, her features exquisitely defined. Her phoenix eyes were particularly attractive, her nose somewhat prominent, and her skin was fair—her whole being exuded a powerful aura.
She and Meng Xiabing had a different type of coldness about them; they were completely different women.
