Ye Chenfeng knew the words had two meanings, and Ximen Leiting obviously meant the second one.
"Ye, this woman is truly top-notch. But I'm somewhat familiar with wealthy ladies like her in Macau, and I don't seem to have seen this one before?" Ximen Leiting said with surprise.
Ye Chenfeng gave him a look, "Of course she's not from Macau, didn't you see the Capital City license plate?"
Hearing this, Ximen Leiting looked at the license plate of the Bugatti Veyron and indeed, it was from Capital City.
"So, she's a top-quality woman from Capital City, eh? Ye, do you dare to ask how old she is? Maybe we could have a wonderful night together," Ximen Leiting said with a suggestive smile.
"What's there to dare?"
Ye Chenfeng tossed his cigarette to the ground and stamped it out with his foot before slowly walking over.
Approaching nonchalantly, Ye saw the woman seemed in discomfort, hunched over and leaning against the front of the car, looking to be in extreme pain.
