Could it be that Young Master Shang and this girl have some kind of relationship?
All the onlookers remained tacitly silent, waiting to see how the people involved would respond.
Shang Dongyuan, who had become the center of attention in the room, didn't mind at all. He wasn't even slightly uncomfortable.
He seemed to be well accustomed to this, taking a graceful drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaling...
The white smoke escaped from his lips, tinged with some fatal charm.
He squinted at this girl who was glaring at him from above, seemingly unaware of the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth.
Her slick ponytail, her expensive suit, her five-inch high heels.
Compared to that country bumpkin from the morning, the difference was night and day.
Evan was quite efficient.
