Si Fan heard this, looked up, and uttered, "Not bad."
"That's just 'not bad'?" Qin Feifan glanced at Si Fan, "How high are your standards?"
Si Fan gave a faint smile, "Look, but can't touch—just 'not bad'."
Qin Feifan blinked, well, maybe she was too hasty. She didn't expect this girl's thoughts to be so filthy. Just looking isn't enough; she wants to get hands-on?
Tsk!
Meanwhile, Si Mingli, who had just gotten out of the car, noticed two gazes coming from the opposite side.
He looked straight ahead without glancing over.
After all, he's always the focus of attention in a crowd, with that handsome face and perfect figure—what doesn't attract people's eyes?
So he was accustomed to being watched and didn't stir any emotions over such behavior.
He walked straight towards the Zhou Li Chinese Medicine Store, not sparing a glance at the two women by the Ferrari.
If he had looked, perhaps he would have discovered something...
