Hearing the weird voice behind him, Chen Yang turned his head to look and saw a woman with heavy makeup appear behind him.
The woman was somewhat attractive, but her makeup was too garish, and her clothes were somewhat revealing, making her seem like she was out selling herself.
However, the clothes and shoes she wore were not cheap; they were all Ferragamo and Zegna.
By the look of it, she was probably not a rich second generation, but a mistress kept by a wealthy man.
"Kid, what are you looking at?"
The garishly dressed woman glared at Chen Yang, with undisguised disdain, "You don't have the money, yet you try to pick up girls like others? A Vacheron Constantin worth over a million, can you even afford it?"
Seeing the woman's arrogance, Chen Yang couldn't help but laugh.
I must have a taunting aura around me, why do people look down on me wherever I go?
Had I known that today when I left home, I would have put on a set of custom Dolce & Gabbana.
