"Who says Europeans and Americans are face-blind to Asians?"
Wang Jian watched the luxury store's patrons squint at him across the age gap.
And he noticed Lily next to him, looking a bit uneasy.
Remembering the rumors, he waved to beckon a store clerk and asked, "Is there somewhere more private we could go?"
The clerk, a little embarrassed, glanced at Lily in her casual attire and replied, "The VIP room requires a certain amount of spending and must be reserved for celebrities."
The spending wasn't a problem, but a celebrity...
Like a Hollywood star?
Wang Jian thought for a moment, reckoning he wouldn't visit here often, so losing face just this once wouldn't hurt.
So, he said, "Would having published two bestsellers count?"
"We'll need to verify that," the luxury store clerk gestured for Wang Jian to follow her.
Then, she pulled out an album full of photos.
Wang Jian saw that it was labeled "Authors."
The clerk flipped through it and asked respectfully, "Your name?"
