The woman dressed coquettishly, but from her appearance, she was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
Although the clothes and bags she was wearing were not very good, they were still famous brands. A dress was worth hundreds of thousands.
The perfume she used was also expensive, but her skin was ordinary. He thought that she hadn't taken good care of it before.
Her body type was not outstanding but even short and had a face with plastic surgery and hyaluronic acid on it...
Yang Yi had a rough idea of the woman who was talking to him by putting all the information together:
She must be a nouveau riche like her family suddenly made a huge fortune.
Despite this, Yang Yi didn't show any unhappiness. He just nodded at her with a smile.
Then Yang Yi continued drinking without saying anything.
Yang Yi's polite and unemotional smile stunned the coquettish woman who was talking to him. She looked at Yang Yi like an anthomaniac, and it took her a long time to come to her senses.