Chu Dazhuang took a seat and noticed that Wang Bingbing didn't seem interested in shaking hands, so he wasn't embarrassed.
Instead, he began to size up Wang Bingbing.
This casual scrutiny was all it took for him to be instantly captivated by Wang Bingbing.
Wang Bingbing, in her thirties, maintained herself exceptionally well.
Her face was especially fair and smooth, without a single wrinkle, making even Bai Susu and Zhao Lusi, who also took great care of themselves, seem slightly inferior in comparison.
Chu Dazhuang settled in his seat, just staring at Wang Bingbing's face was enough to whet his appetite.
In her thirties and yet as well-maintained as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, at first glance, it almost felt like he was chatting with someone underage.
His gaze drifted downward, and what he saw took his breath away.
