"President Bu, this is Moxi, Weiwei's younger sister. She's just as beautiful as Weiwei, isn't she?"
Jiang Tairan greeted Bu Xin with a smile.
"Indeed, she's not bad! But how come I've never heard that Weiwei has a younger sister?"
Bu Xin scrutinized Jiang Moxi from top to bottom, her ethereal face, her swan-like neck, and eventually resting on her seductive figure...
Such a woman, whose every move exuded lethal allure, was surely a born beauty, naturally more tempting than someone like Jiang Weiwei, the modest beauty from a humble family.
"Yes, she has one. It's just that there hasn't been an appropriate occasion to introduce her. I mentioned President Bu to her yesterday, and she insisted on coming with me to witness President Bu's elegance."
Although Jiang Tairan spoke to Bu Xin, his gaze never left Jiang Moxi.
The feeling was like telling Jiang Moxi, "I have acknowledged your existence in the Jiang Family publicly, if you're grateful, then repay me with your actions."
