"You're really beautiful." Even though he had seen Song Weiyin many times and knew clearly that she resembled Qingxuan greatly, when Song Weiyin gracefully stepped off the trailer, her exquisitely beautiful face, her slender legs tightly wrapped in light-colored slim-fit jeans, and her youthful, curvaceous figure still made Shen Qiang's eyes light up involuntarily.
Hearing Shen Qiang's compliment, the stunning Song Weiyin gave a charming smile. Beneath her slightly upturned pink cherry lips, her neat, white teeth glittered like flawless crystals under the light, and her bright eyes, beautiful as stars, contained a hint of pride.
"Flattery without a reason," she playfully remarked.
Shen Qiang chuckled, "Alright, if you see it that way, there's nothing I can do, but we're a bit pressed for time now. Should we chat for a bit first, or get straight to work?"
