Shen Fei Lin would introduce Lu Yinxing to those friends.
Lu Yinxing was already beautiful, and despite being dressed up for the occasion, she looked exceptionally fresh-faced.
As a result, she attracted quite a few glances from the boys present.
A boy in his early twenties, dressed in a suit, walked over and greeted in broken Chinese, "Elsa, I've never seen this little sister before, she's so pretty, like a China doll."
Shen Fei Lin said, "Nike, this is my sister, don't you get any ideas."
The boy, with his mixed-race features, had naturally captivating eyes, making him resemble a prince from a Western comic.
The boy smiled, "I just want to make a friend."
At that moment, it seemed someone was calling Shen Fei Lin.
Shen Fei Lin leaned close to Lu Yinxing's ear and said, "I have to step out for a bit, my other friends are reliable, but the one in front of you is a playboy; he has enough girlfriends to host a World Cup, though he is handsome, don't be fooled."
