She failed to get his WeChat again, but Fan Meili still hadn't given up. Ignoring the visibly displeased Xiang Yiren, she was even thinking of inviting Sun Dasheng to a meal as a thank you.
"Next time, definitely next time!" Sun Dasheng said, leading Xiang Yiren away at a slow pace.
Fan Meili's mood was not nearly as beautiful as her name. Standing in front of the floor-length mirror in the shop, she gave herself a little adjustment. I'm not so bad myself, she thought, and I'm all-natural. Every drop is guaranteed to be healthy and safe to drink.
Outside the mall restrooms, men were clustered together playing on their phones, holding bags and waiting for people. The women, meanwhile, formed a long queue.
Sun Dasheng sat with his eyes closed, seemingly resting, but he was actually checking the system panel.
[Xiang Yiren]
[Bond Value: 59]
