The elegant and posh beauty handed Song Tian a business card, saying with utmost seriousness, "Young man, this is my phone number. If he dares to bully you, give me a call."
Song Tian took the business card and glanced at it; her name was Wang Qing.
Song Tian smiled and said, "Thank you, aunty, but you don't have to worry. We're classmates, and when we joke around, we don't know our own strength. I'm used to it by now."
They were almost standing face to face now, and Song Tian, smelling the fragrance from her body, took the liberty of sizing her up quite boldly.
Time had left only shallow traces on Wang Qing's body, and even her skin was still so firm and glossy. These slight signs of time not only did not detract from her beauty, but actually made her appear even more mature and captivating.
Moreover, Wang Qing bore a striking resemblance to the popular star Zhao Yazhi.