The concierge—who judged Yan Huan poor and made her pay 500 RMB as deposit— failed to recognize her at a glance.
Yan Huan wore a grey sweater inside a light blue coat, black pants, and a pair of black boots.
The attire accented her thin legs and dainty waist. Even though she was wearing a face mask, her clear and pretty eyes suggested immense beauty.
Her clothes must have cost a few thousand RMB, thought the concierge.
She was wrong, though. Yan Huan had bought everything for less than 300 RMB. Even the coat was less than 150 RMB.
What gave Yan Huan's cheap clothes their regal style was her hourglass figure and her overpowering aura. Even with her face wrapped up, Yan Huan was still Yan Huan.
From the blink of an eye, she had turned from a country bumpkin into a queen.
