In her view, someone like Tristan Sterling rarely spares an extra glance for ordinary people.
Much less actually responds to them.
"Is it really that strange?"
Vivian Sinclair tilted her head slightly, asking in a light-hearted tone.
She truly didn't understand why saying hello had become such a rarity.
She greeted him politely; was he supposed to punch her instead?
Paige Yorke leaned closer to her ear and whispered.
"You don't know how difficult the young master of the Sterling Family is."
"I've seen it with my own eyes before, someone enthusiastically greeted him, and he didn't even lift his eyelids, just walked past as if they didn't exist."
The person was the son of some commerce association president, with a strong background too.
And still didn't get even a word in return.
"When you talked to him just now, my heart almost stopped, afraid he'd embarrass you."
Paige Yorke patted her chest, speaking with lingering fear.
"I didn't expect he'd actually respond to you."
