The faint scent lingering on her body was enough to send some men into wild fantasies.
Many men nearby glanced over subconsciously.
As for these people, Pei Jinye paid them no mind.
However, across the street at Fly Cafe, a group of people were seated and, despite the distance of over ten meters, their gazes lingered on Feng Jiao with a hint of wickedness.
Feng Jiao, of course, noticed and glared fiercely at them.
This provoked a roar of laughter from the group of men. Then, a burly man with long hair approached her, ignoring the traffic.
Some drivers wanted to curse at the long-haired man, but after receiving a stern look from him, they retreated back into their cars and drove away by taking another route.
"Beauty, let's be friends," the long-haired man said unabashedly.
Feng Jiao looked at him with a teasing smile, "Your way of hitting on people could use some improvement. Here's a chance for you—if we meet again, I'll give you my contact details."
