And upgrading plainness a bit farther just turns into shabby.
As for Ning Fan and Vivian, they were even worse.
One in a linen-colored robe was just rustic to the core, and besides, it didn't even fit, like wearing a sack.
Especially as the three stood outside a lavishly decorated fashion boutique.
Such a free-spirited look drew disdainful glances from the store staff, as well as frequent sidelong glances from passersby.
Of course, those glances naturally weren't friendly.
And then there came a bald man holding a sultry woman in his left arm and smoking a cigar in his right hand.
While puffing out smoke, he laughed out loud, his unrestrained gaze sweeping shamelessly over Vivian.
Accompanied by four bodyguards in black suits, the bald man walked toward the three of them.
"Such a fine flock of sheep."
Ning Fan secretly sighed at the sight. The bald man was covered in gold and diamonds, with rings on all ten fingers and even a few diamonds on his teeth.
