Though I had already sketched an image of Zhang Manman in my mind, seeing her in person was still stunning.
She was dressed in a gorgeous silk gown, its form-fitting cut accentuating her voluptuous and gracefully curved figure.
Time seemed to have treated her kindly, leaving few marks on her, and instead adding a touch of mature charm.
Right now, she was smiling, exuding confidence between her brows, as if she was showing off her allure to all men.
This wealthy, mature woman with lingering sex appeal radiated an irresistible charm that made you want to fall for her.
Honestly, it was hard to associate such a woman with the image of a floozy frequenting nightclubs.
"You're Dazhuang, aren't you?" Zhang Manman said as she took a seat beside me, ignoring me completely and sizing Dazhuang up with her eyes, unable to stop smiling.
"Indeed, it's Dazhuang, just as your name suggests, you truly look strong."
Zhang Manman chuckled, then signaled to the waiter to start bringing the food.