The woman began to laugh foolishly, her perfectly flushed cheeks tilting up slightly. "Men can see a beauty and not be moved? Are you a coward with a thieving heart, or do you just not have the guts?"
Xu Huo was unmoved. "If you don't want to walk yourself, I can let the Law Enforcement Team escort you out."
The woman's expression froze for a moment. She stayed kneeling, fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist, and smiled: "Really, not even a hint of pity for a beauty? My legs are weak, I can't stand—at least help me up!"
Xu Huo picked up the changed formal dress and walked straight out, casually handing it to the staff. "I'll take this one."
The woman who had seemed so "delicate" just moments ago now had neither dizziness nor weak legs. She followed Xu Huo out, hot on his heels, feigning familiarity, and threw herself at his back. "You jerk, wait for me..."
