Gu Shengyin found herself sitting in a coffee shop when she arrived in this world.
The sound of elegant piano music filled the air, surrounded by well-dressed professionals, very quiet with a harmonious atmosphere.
However, the woman sitting opposite her seemed not quite in harmony with her.
The woman across from Gu Shengyin wore a light-colored designer dress, her nails meticulously trimmed and polished, her makeup seemed rather deliberate, and her appearance was quite nice.
She was the kind of woman commonly seen in this international metropolis.
She was staring directly at Gu Shengyin, her eyes carrying five parts provocation, three parts smugness, and two parts hidden jealousy.
Gu Shengyin's expression remained unchanged, as a hand as white as porcelain calmly stirred the coffee in front of her.
"System, transmit the plot."
"Understood, host."
A flood of memory fragments flashed through Gu Shengyin's mind.
She gently closed her eyes, digesting the plot of this world.
