"Yes, yes - I, I am Xiaocui!"

Xiao Cui, standing in the middle of the staff, did not expect a Goddess-like woman to speak to her. After a moment of stupefaction, she stepped forward with her hands and fingers crossed in front of her lower abdomen and bowed nervously.

Not only does the distinguished guest look like a dignified and dusty goddess, but also his voice has the soft magnetism of women's hearts, which makes Xiao Cui feel some kind of care miraculously after the spring breeze. The fear of this place in the past dissipated instantly.

It's like she's Jesus, she's the Lord, she's the Virgin Mary, she's the...