C389 The Atmosphere Was Awkward

At the door stood a young, attractive woman. She had a round, doll-like face with delicate features. Though she was quite pretty, she seemed slightly less striking compared to the young chairman beside the old man. She wore a light blue dress that was tightly fitted at the waist, and her chestnut-colored, wavy hair cascaded over her gentle shoulders. She had the air of a refined socialite