Lin Yanran was stunningly beautiful. Born into a prominent family, she possessed an innate aristocratic aura, resembling a fairy that had descended to earth. Her figure was top-notch, comparable to a supermodel.
At this moment, her jet black hair was piled atop her head. A necklace of priceless gems hung around her delicate, snowy neck, shimmering like a galaxy. Her gilded gold dress exemplified an ethereal nobility, and the sky-high crystal shoes she wore suggested she was above the mundane world.
At this time, her beauty was beyond description.
"Is she really that beautiful?"
In that instant, all the sales clerks in the store were dumbstruck, and even the passersby outside cast envious glances through the transparent glass walls.
"What a beautiful girl."
At this moment, Lu Qian's sugar daddy boyfriend was practically drooling.
Lu Qian herself was stunned in place, feeling somewhat ashamed and lowered her head, unable to look directly.
