Just then, a veiled woman entered the VIP lounge.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting." Her voice was gentle and lilting. Even such an ordinary remark made it impossible not to focus on her.
Her black veil had a silken sheen that even Chen Mu's keen gaze could not penetrate. A pale purple qipao traced every curve of her tall, graceful figure. Beneath the veil, a stretch of snowy, creamy neck exuded a lethal allure, while her delicate little collarbones made it impossible to look away.
This was a woman who inevitably stirred countless flights of fancy.
Even Chen Mu lost himself for the briefest instant. For him, that was exceedingly rare.
Suddenly, Chen Mu drew a deep breath, and his mind abruptly cleared. The bitter battles of the past several days had made even his will more steadfast and harder to shake.
The moment he noticed something was wrong with his state of mind, he reacted and adjusted.
Noticing Chen Mu's adjustment, she cast a hint of appreciation from behind her black veil. She had met countless people. Though the man before her was hideously ugly, he possessed an intensely oppressive presence and an intimidating air. When she entered, the ugly man had briefly fallen into a daze, but he recovered quickly, his gaze becoming clear again. This showed that he was calm and restrained by nature.
"It's nothing." Chen Mu glanced at her veil and asked, "Are you the young proprietor of this trading house?"
As though she had not seen the wariness in Chen Mu's eyes, the woman inclined herself slightly toward him before gracefully sitting down on the floor. "Yes. You may call me A Sang."
The pale purple qipao, black veil, and exquisite snowy neck embodied mystery and temptation, yet her upright posture seemed to proclaim