At a table in the middle of the restaurant, a rusticly dressed woman stood with one hand on her waist, and one hand pointing at the waiter’s head. She looked exactly like a moving teapot.

“Fu Bainian, you fancy a woman of that calibre? I didn’t know that you had such a heavy taste!” Lan Jinyao teased. Without mentioning that woman’s apparel, her makeup alone was over the top, like that of an opera singer. If she were to go out like that at night, she’d surely scare a person ...