Sitting behind the group, Qin Yin's eyes also narrowed, and a surge of anger welled up within him. Luckily the man was over fifty years old, not much of a threat, but it still made him jealous.
Suddenly, he felt some envy for Western etiquette.
Kissing and hugging upon meeting, they got all the advantages.
While he had only merely held a hand.
He instantly felt a sense of imbalance in his heart.
"Mr. Jotis, Miss Cecilie, how did you get here? Long time no see," Lan Jin said with a smile, seemingly quite surprised as well.
"Oh dear, to see you again at last."
Miss Cecilie, in her thirties, young and beautiful, was so excited that she hugged Lan Jin and planted two fervent kisses on her face, stirring envy and jealousy in someone once again.
