At four o'clock in the afternoon, Li Yifei and Lin Qiong had already appeared in a teahouse. At this time, Li Yifei's face was fatter than usual, with a beard on his mouth, looking like a man in his thirties. He wore a gaudy casual shirt and a pair of large shorts, a thick gold necklace around his neck, and a diamond-encrusted watch on his wrist, the true image of a Nouveau Riche.
Lin Qiong was dressed in a small camisole with spaghetti straps and a dizzying miniskirt that exposed her arms and thighs. With heavy makeup and dripping with jewelry, she was the epitome of a typically kept woman.
Opposite them was a skinny man in his thirties, his gaze greedily wandering over Lin Qiong's body, occasionally swallowing his saliva. This guy was named Ma Yiwei, and he was the person Li Yifei and his company were there to meet.
"Brother Li, your chick is really pretty," Ma Yiwei said, swallowing another mouthful of saliva, his voice laced with envy.
