Ye Chenfeng had just emerged from the Ancient Martial World, his mind brimming with frustration. He was aware that his attire, along with Xia Zining's, was quite shabby. Ordinarily, he would never stoop to the level of such petty individuals, but the quality of the female attendant in front of him was appalling. To be bluntly told to "scram"? If Ye Chenfeng could still manage a smile in response, it wouldn't be a sign of good temperament; it would be a sign of incompetence. There were too many petty people in this world who would take advantage of mild manners, mistaking politeness for fear.
Watching the haughty female attendant, Ye Chenfeng's expression gradually grew dark. At that moment, another young woman, approximately twenty-three or twenty-four years old and dressed as an attendant, emerged from the boutique. She looked youthful and cute, with a sweet, shy smile on her face that indicated she had just graduated from college.
