The customers wandering this floor at the very least belonged to the middle class, with families who had a modest amount of money.
They were not unfamiliar with the name of National Doctor Cheng Han, and there were some who recognized Qiao Xi's face and knew her identity.
Upon hearing Xu Xingluo speak like that, they all began to chatter among themselves.
"So she really is the disciple of National Doctor Cheng Han."
"She's President Huo's wife and also a doctor at Hai City Hospital."
"She looks so proper; how could she be so liberal in private? I thought she was a good, virtuous woman, but she's so flirty!"
In this society, the demands on women were already strict; sometimes even buying sanitary pads invited strange looks from others, let alone products that symbolized sexual pleasure.
Men brazenly sized up Qiao Xi's figure, whispering among themselves. Lewd and scornful gazes repeatedly scanned over her, while women pointed and made remarks.
