"Hey, handsome, you look so familiar. Have we met before?"
"I don't think so, Miss Fan."
Han Lie shook his head with a smile, hands behind his back, observing her with interest to see how she would continue her act.
Honestly, Miss Fan's flirting skills were quite awful.
But often, what's important isn't the skill of the approach, but the person making it.
Miss Fan was dressed to kill today, donning a white blazer over a chest-high evening dress; a genuine, ample portion was exposed, capturing all attention.
She waved away her assistant and bodyguards, took a step forward, and studied Han Lie carefully, her seductive eyes tracing his young face, her lips curled into a smile.
TSK, TSK, it's such a waste for you not to play Pan Jinlian...
Her expression suddenly became certain, and she clapped her hands lightly. "Ah! Is it Teacher Han? We talked at the Whampoa Club banquet last time, with Chef Xie!"
Really?
