The man had a long, thin face, his complexion sallow and pale, dressed in a custom-made outfit from the C label, his hands adorned with five or six shimmering rings.
Those who could come to Jingwei Restaurant certainly weren't ordinary in status.
Even with an average appearance, the veneer built by wealth still lent him an air of presence.
Shen Chaoxi glanced at him only once before turning to pull a piece of tissue paper from the dispenser on the wall, wiping her ankles and the hem of her dress.
As she was about to throw the used tissue into the wastebin, a slender hand extended in front of her.
"Little sister, how can you be so rude? Brother is talking to you. Oh! You've soiled your dress, so brother will compensate you with any two of the latest designs from the Xiang Family... Has your body gotten dirty as well? Brother, I..."
The man clicked his tongue twice, his lecherous gaze already fixated on the exposed pale delicate legs below Shen Chaoxi's skirt hem.