Tang Ying gazed sharply at Chen Xiaohong.
She was as tall as Chen Jian, appearing strong, far from a delicate woman.
Her skin wasn't dark but not fair either, a deep yellow like ripe rice.
Her eyebrows were thick and curved, her nose bridge high, and her forehead full, but her cheekbones were somewhat high, making her not a beautiful woman.
However, her smile was quite gentle, giving a very approachable feeling. Chen Jian called her Chen Xiaohong. They both had the surname Chen, so she must be his sister.
With this thought, Tang Ying felt a little better. Even if she was his sister, it was inappropriate to live on the same floor as her brother.
While Tang Ying was trying to comfort herself, Chen Jian said to her, "She's my wife, Chen Xiaohong. Xiaohong, this is Tang Ying, whom I've mentioned to you before."
Chen Xiaohong smiled gently, "Indeed, a beauty, graceful and extremely beautiful."
