Li Ruanyu was still looking at Zhao Chi strangely.
It was the middle of summer, but Li Ruanyu was still in her professional attire.
Her long legs were exposed.
Thin Silk Stockings wrapped around her fair legs, partially concealing and partially revealing them.
She could feel the occasional glances from passersby, but it was rare to see someone like Zhao Chi, who was staring intently in a daze.
When Zhao Chi saw her expression, he quickly stood up.
If he remained seated, her legs would still be right in front of him.
Zhao Chi was, as he'd claimed, looking at the Silk Stockings on her legs.
For one, he wanted to confirm if the pair of pale-yellow Silk Stockings was one he had made.
Once he confirmed it, his mind began to race uncontrollably.
'My Silk Stockings were only ever available on Strong Fragrance Food Street.'
'Even if Li Ruanyu has been to Strong Fragrance Food Street, that wouldn't be strange.'
But…
