Yang Fan first went to the teahouse next door.
The gorgeous proprietress Yun Miaoyi was not at the bar. Instead, there was a girl in her mid-twenties on duty, with a face like an assembly-line melon seed, double eyelids crafted, adorned with delicate makeup.
Yang Fan didn't like this kind of 'tech-created' face; his first impression was that it was not so beautiful.
However, the girl had a great figure, with a bare waist that was slender and symmetrical, featuring two impressive ab lines.
Above the ab lines were full and ample, and below, the sharkskin pants were bulging.
"Mr. Yang, you're here."
As soon as the girl saw Yang Fan, she put down what she was holding and greeted him politely.
"Is your boss here?" asked Yang Fan.
"Yes, she just went upstairs. She should be back soon," the girl said.
"Alright, then I'll wait here for a moment." Yang Fan nodded and glanced over the girl's exposed waist. She did indeed have a good figure.
