Her gaze gradually moved upward.
Meeting that pair of roguishly cold black eyes of the man.
Underneath the crowd's noise, it is as if the surroundings have been muted around the two.
Only the elderly voice in her phone occasionally spoke.
"What's happening?"
"Why is there so much noise around you?"
Grace Webb slowly put her foot down, hiding all her emotions and leisurely answered, "Nothing special."
"Take my advice into consideration. The lad you brought last time was alright, at least he knows manners and is good-looking. In this era of fast-food relationships, don't miss out."
Visibly.
The man in front of her raised his eyebrows subtly.
Grace Webb's expression remains coldly stunning: "Hm."
She hangs up the call.
Only then does she look at him, her expression not being warm but rather appearing as if she doesn't know him, she turns around and leaves.