While He Shasha was secretly observing He Jinlan, He Jinlan was also surreptitiously observing them. It should be said that He Jinlan's presence here today was entirely deliberate. In the morning when He Rongxi asked He Shasha where she was going, He Jinlan quietly committed it to memory.
"Xiaogang, what do you think?" He Jinlan asked, her eyes captivating, her voice soft and sweet, "Do you like what you see?"
Wei Xiaogang was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, handsome and refined but unfortunately a pair of wicked eyes belied his graceful demeanor and made him seem fickle. From the moment Nan Fei walked in, Wei Xiaogang couldn't take his eyes off her.
Wei Xiaogang squinted at Nan Fei with a cold, greedy stare that equated to a venomous snake that greedily slithered over her, "Now, this is pure top notch."
"As long as you're pleased!"
A cold smile hinted on He Shasha's face as she elegantly picked up a wine glass and took a sip of red wine.