Kalan Café is a high-end café in Donghai City, and most of the patrons here are white-collar workers and elites from various industries, or even the gold-collar class.
Ye Ling couldn't help but look at Mo Xing in front of him, the lad was decked out in famous Senma brand clothing today, his feet clad in a shiny new pair of Xtep shoes.
Originally a young master graced with a notable family heritage, but outfitted as he was, he seemed like a greenhorn fresh into society.
"Let me tell you, man, with women nowadays, you can't just look at their appearance, you've got to see their hearts, you know? We've got to devise a way to reveal their ugly faces, only then can we decide whether to take them or not," Mo Xing said, schooling Ye Ling over a cup of coffee. Ye Ling nodded and couldn't help laughing, "Look at you, being all pretentious, aren't you?"
