The beautiful woman seemed to notice Yu Yaoming's gaze and smiled at him.
Yu Yaoming lowered his head in embarrassment.
Is she greeting me?
How could that be? She doesn't know me, my appearance is so ordinary, how could she be interested in me?
Maybe it's because of my talent, could she sense the aura of wisdom I have?
Perhaps that's really the case...
Yu Yaoming raised his head again, with a hint of confidence and anticipation in his eyes; he still believed in the power of wisdom.
He saw this talented socialite arrive at a steamed bun stall.
She ate a full six baskets of buns in less than two minutes.
Not small baskets, but large ones.
Yu Yaoming's mouth hung open, and from that moment, for the next ten minutes, it never closed.
During this time, a dragonfly flew into Yu Yaoming's mouth, yet his mouth still did not close.
After she was full, the socialite wiped the oil off her mouth, walked gracefully into a nearby jewelry store.
