Jennifer was young and gorgeous. However, that was compared to the ordinary crowd.
If one was to use Cedrick as a reference, Jennifer was almost ten years older than him.
Naturally, not all men resisted women older than them like they were ferocious beasts. However, Cedrick was opposed to that idea. Ever since he found out about his mother, he had a certain bias on all independent women who possessed certain capabilities and were older than him.
"I'm not looking at her." Cedrick, whose collar was being pulled, struggled strenuously. He tried his very best to shake his neck out of Ye Shuang's hand. "I'm looking at the necklace on her. There's a chip in the pendant—there must be some interesting stuff in there."
Oh, so he wasn't looking at those 34F boobies?
Ye Shuang reflected on her dirty mind, which masked her opportunity to steal.
