"Tang Yue, Miss Tang."
Mo Xiaolin walked up excitedly.
Tang Yue, stunned like a wooden chicken, watched as the attractive woman approached her with an enthusiastic gaze.
Not only was her gaze enthusiastic, but she herself was enthusiastic too.
Before Tang Yue could react, Mo Xiaolin had already familiarly greeted her, saying, "Tang Yue, are you in Senior High School at Wangjiang First Middle School?"
"Yes." Tang Yue nodded. The woman in front of her seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't recall where she had seen her before.
"I heard that you ranked first in your grade, you really are smart," Mo Xiaolin complimented as she observed Tang Yue up close, indeed a beauty in the making.
With almond-shaped eyes that sparkled brightly, and her attractive oval face seemed as if it could squeeze out water, not only was her appearance outstanding, but her figure was also remarkably graceful. She stood there, making one feel genuinely fond of her.
