Lin Xiangwan subtly wrinkled her nose, expressing her discontent toward him.
Qin Muchuan, meanwhile, waited without visible emotional reaction.
Although he said nothing, and his expression was as pleasant as ever, Lin Xiangwan still felt his threatening presence.
But what could she do? He was a major client of this hotel.
"Everyone, please wait a moment!" Lin Xiangwan slowly rose, striding on her silver high heels across the long white sheepskin carpet. The sky-high heels not only elevated her height, but also accentuated her figure, especially highlighting her slender legs.
Just by simply walking, she effortlessly captured everyone's attention.
Not only did the men gaze at her, but envious glares from women seemed to bore holes into her back.
However, Lin Xiangwan was completely oblivious to all of it. Her only regret was deciding to wear such high heels this morning–clearly it was a torture for her feet, and her legs too.
