The woman's eyes froze. Ye Wushuang was not afraid of her family background; he was going to slap her!
The crowd's gaze hardened as well. 'He's actually going to do it. So domineering!'
"Stop!"
Just as Ye Wushuang's palm was about to descend, a clear and lovely voice drifted down from the third floor.
Hearing this voice, the crowd's eyes twitched, and they all turned their gazes toward the third-floor staircase.
A graceful and elegant woman was walking down from the third floor. She had a slender figure and wore a long, pink dress embroidered with a hundred flowers, making her look like a fairy among blossoms.
Ye Wushuang also turned his head to look at her. 'She's quite beautiful, with a gentle and elegant aura. A true beauty among the flowers.'
However, Ye Wushuang's expression remained unchanged. No matter how beautiful this woman was, how could she compare to the likes of Dii Qingxue or Ye Rou?
Even Lan Xinyu, who stood beside him, was her superior in beauty.
