Henry looked at the man's gleaming handmade leather shoes, the neatly pressed trousers encasing a pair of long legs.
Standing high above, in dark trousers and a shirt, his pervasive and bony aloofness was suffocating.
It made one dare not question the substance behind the phrase 'Are you richer than me?'
He knew that private bodyguards in Chicago were authorized by United States law to carry guns.
In Chicago, USA, having a bodyguard by his side, this esteemed boss had every reason to claim self-defense.
Henry blurted out, "I'm not as rich as you, shouldn't have offered her a drink, please don't shoot."
Xu Jingxi sneered, too lazy to even squat down, he didn't even glance at the other man, "Where did you touch her."
Henry answered hastily, "Her waist, I didn't feel the real thing, only the edge of her clothes."
Xu Jingxi raised an eyebrow, "Then how do you know she's soft."
