There was a woman staring at Elara the whole time.
The woman looks like she is in her early twenties, and she looks good.
“Is that her?” The woman asked Han Mengyu.
“Sister Ping, can’t you see it? Don’t think about it.” Han Mengyu shook his head helplessly.
Yao Moping, in their circle, everyone respectfully calls her “Sister Ping”.
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