The young woman actually looks good, perhaps because she is still quite young; her facial features are quite delicate. But those cheap cosmetics on her face make her appear less stunning and certainly less attractive.
Lu Jingchen, with his long legs, strides quickly forward, while the young woman had to jog to catch up with him. She suddenly stretched out her hand to stop him, "Sir, could you please wait a moment..."
Lu Jingchen looked at the woman blocking his path, his brows furrowing slightly, a hint of coldness on his face. He pressed his thin lips together for a moment before finally uttering two words, "Get lost."
The man's voice was filled with endless coldness, and the look in his eyes was even more filled with disgust as he gazed at the woman in front of him. Especially when the woman approached him, he smelled the perfume on her and instinctively took a step back, his brows furrowing deeper, the disgust in his eyes worsening.
