Xiao Jinhan lowered his head, his chestnut eyes falling onto her red fingernails.
With a bit of vigor, he could feel the softness of her palm through his shirt.
The receptionist at the front desk was stupefied.
Did this hussy come to see her brother or her husband?
Or was she here to seduce the wealthy!?
Originally intending to step forward to stop her, she was now stunned by this scene, and simply forgot to move.
Tang Yaoyao's beautiful pink fingers lightly drew a circle on his chest, and she said in an indescribably lazy tone, "You're so tall, my feet are sore from tiptoeing. Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Everyone in the hall, as old as 70 years old, or as young as 17 or 18 years old, instantly turned into giraffes, craning their necks to watch the show.
They simply wanted to have jug ears and hear what the girl was muttering about. They only felt like she was so alluring.
