Feng Lin was surprised because the woman in front of him had a body structure that did not match basic human anatomy.
She looked very frail, even thinner than the fresh and young beauty Zhao Qingqing.
Yet, there was something disproportionate in front of her body.
The visual impact was more striking than Xu Ruoying.
In terms of size, she definitely wasn't on par with Xu Ruoying.
But often, size is relative.
Like an adult man holding two basketballs, compared to a little boy holding two soccer balls.
Simply put, basketballs are definitely larger than soccer balls.
However, when you take body proportion into account, the soccer balls seem more impressive.
The person before him was an example of this.
Feng Lin touched his chin, lost in thought; based on his many years of experience, this woman must have had some work done.
But judging from the way they moved, they seemed real.
Unless she let Feng Lin personally check.
But how could he say such a thing?
"Who is he?"
