When Wang Hao came out, Lin Shihan was standing in front of the luxury goods counter.
However, there was a fly buzzing around her incessantly.
The fly was a middle-aged man in his forties, pot-bellied, with a thick gold chain around his neck, and a BMW X5 key hanging from his waist. He walked with an exaggerated swagger, as if he desperately wanted everyone to know he was a man of wealth.
At first glance, it was obvious he was a nouveau riche real estate developer.
He wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, then smiled obsequiously. "Beauty, what do you like? LV bags or designer clothes? Just tell big brother what you fancy, and I'll buy it for you!"
A look of disgust flashed through Lin Shihan's clear, watery eyes.
"Thank you, but no need!"
Undeterred and with a full-faced ingratiating smile, the middle-aged man said, "Beauty, don't be so polite. I've got money to burn!"
