Zhai Xinxin looked in the direction the waiter pointed and saw clearly the appearance of the man who had invited her for coffee.
This was a middle-aged man, but his attire was of very high taste—clearly not an ordinary person.
You can imitate other things, but the aura is buried in the bones, and you can hardly mimic that.
"He's a quality man." Zhai Xinxin was instantly enamored. She didn't care whether he was married or not. If he was married, it might be easier to control him.
Since he had shown interest in her, she took the initiative to carry her coffee over and sat down opposite the middle-aged man: "Thank you for the cappuccino, sir."
"You're welcome," the middle-aged man smiled, "Let me introduce myself; I'm Wen Jingxin, the Third Young Master of the Wen Family in Tianhai."
"The Wen Family in Tianhai!" Zhai Xinxin gasped. A woman like her could not be unaware of what the Wen Family in Tianhai signified.
