At a table in the middle of the restaurant, a rusticly dressed woman stood with one hand on her waist, and one hand pointing at the waiters head. She looked exactly like a moving teapot.

Fu Bainian, you fancy a woman of that calibre? I didnt know that you had such a heavy taste! Lan Jinyao teased. Without mentioning that womans apparel, her makeup alone was over the top, like that of an opera singer. If she were to go out like that at night, shed surely scare a person to death.

Fu Bainian leisurely retracted his gaze, and replied, The type of woman I fancyisnt a person of that calibre sitting right in front of me?

Lan Jinyaos lips twitched upon hearing him say this, and she snorted. Yeah, right! Whod believe your nonsense? Just now, your gaze was practically glued to...