Aside from Zhou Xiaoxuan's exclamatory cry, there were no other familiar faces around. Everyone was overawed by the scene, and nobody greeted her. However, Yan Xixi stood calmly in the middle, not feeling awkward at all. A server approached with red wine, very politely saying, "Please…" She took a glass with a smile. "Thank you." Even her manners were dignified and elegant.
She had put in significant effort for this. During the years she was a con artist, she had practiced every trick in the book. This included mastering how to smile, how to feign elegance, and how to make herself appear as poised and affluent as possible. When a man saw a noble and elegant beautiful woman, he wouldn't have the slightest thought of associating her with a con.
Otherwise, if she looked like a rough and vulgar little delinquent, who would willingly foot the bill?
All eyes again filled with astonishment: it was one thing to be beautiful, but her dignified behavior was also striking.
