"Little Lin, where's your hometown?"
Lu Liang took the skewers from Lin Yan's hand and called the front desk to order half a dozen beers, along with some snacks.
There were just a few skewers of meat and vegetables, not enough for one person, let alone the two of them.
"Fucheng, Bashu."
Lin Yan sat upright, suddenly feeling a bit worried.
She rushed out, unsure if her makeup was well done; she wished she had worn her contact lenses too.
"Shu has been known for beautiful women since ancient times, and it's true indeed."
Lu Liang smiled faintly. He seldom used the term "wealthy woman" to describe a woman's looks because no matter how wealthy she was, she wasn't wealthier than him.
But Lin Yan truly had the typical look of a wealthy woman, born in 1987, thirty years old this year, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and slightly thick lips.
If you pulled a stranger off the street to judge their wealth based on looks, without a doubt, Lin Yan would win.
