Cang Dai scrutinized the hairstylist sent by Ye Huacheng.
Ye Huacheng's mouth could twist dead into alive. The woman in front, with a face like a silver plate, a slender figure, would inspire pity in anyone who saw her, man or woman alike.
"Are you the one heavily recommended by Ye Huacheng? My hair is hard to manage, so be careful. If you hurt me, I won't care whether you're Ye Huacheng's person; I'll deal with you all the same," Cang Dai, resembling Mu Hua Goddess by five or six points, with the same charm and pride, a voluptuous figure, was a rare beauty.
She held herself in high regard, never considering ordinary women, yet upon seeing Lie Rou today, she couldn't help but glance a few times.
"Goddess, rest assured," Lie Rou, upon being introduced, cautiously surveyed the room, finding with disappointment that the Sun Dragon Clan's Sect Leader was not inside.
Cang Dai Goddess had waist-length hair, pitch-black and well maintained, treating it as a treasured possession.
