Soon, Shangguan Yuer drove her Mercedes and stopped at the entrance of Lin Zhenghui's hotel to wait for someone.
However, there was another woman in the back seat, a stunning beauty dressed in a black dress.
"Is your sister's son really that kind of strong man?" the woman sitting in the back seat asked.
"Yes, but whether your situation can work out depends on how you perform, you know, he's not short on money," Shangguan Yuer turned and said. "My sister said he just has a certain taste, and it's a bit heavy..."
"Okay, I got it." The woman hadn't expected that young people nowadays all liked mature ladies.
Suddenly, Lin Zhenghui appeared.
With a height of 188 centimeters, he was as sturdy as the big fellows from the Northeast, tall and imposing.
Lin Zhenghui found that his martial arts practice had made him slightly taller, almost reaching 190 centimeters.
It sounded tall, but compared to some of the Northeasterners, he was just on the edge of qualifying.
