Liu Zheng was inside cultivating his character.
Suddenly, he heard the door close and quickly ran out to see who had shut it, after all, he was conducting business. But when he dashed outside, to his surprise, it was Zhang Cuihua, the client introduced to him today.
At that moment, as he looked at Zhang Cuihua, Liu Zheng felt an inexplicable urge. After all, what Zhang Cuihua wore was extremely seductive, nearly identical to the outfits of actresses in action movies.
Liu Zheng's eyes were fixated; he couldn't help but swallow hard, then stammered, "Why, why, why are you dressed like that?"
Zhang Cuihua, far from conservative, fiddled with her hair and, while casting a sultry glance at Liu Zheng, said, "What's the matter? Don't like it?"
"Uh, it's not what you think, but your attire... um, wouldn't our village gossip about it?"
