There is always someone better than you, and there's always a higher sky above.

The woman who suddenly appeared was dressed in a Chanel black and white two-tone suit skirt that had just debuted at Paris Fashion Week not long ago, her skin fair and looking quite young, yet that melon-seed face, which had likely been taken care of since childhood, naturally emitted an air of superiority.

She merely glanced at Jiang Chen and then walked into the private room as if no one else was there.

Upon seeing her, a flicker of panic flashed through Zhong Yongfeng's eyes, and he instinctively ducked his head, wishing he could hide under the table.

"Zhong Yongfeng, weren't you just having dinner with a few friends? One, two, three, four, five, six... Was your elementary math taught by a PE teacher?"

Though young, the woman radiated an aura that immediately intimidated everyone in the room.