"Miss, oh no, young lady, is there anything I can help you with?" Wang Yi's lips curled up, revealing a self-assumed handsome expression.
Wang Yi was already in his fifties, a typical middle-aged man. His constant cultivation kept his physique and appearance in good shape, making it no trouble at all to charm such young girls.
"Handsome, can I borrow your phone to make a call? My phone was just stolen by a pickpocket," the girl said pitifully.
Upon hearing her call him handsome, Wang Yi's smile grew even brighter, his old face lit up cheerfully.
"It's just a call, no problem. Where are you headed, young lady? I happen to be free, I can give you a ride," Wang Yi said with a smile, offering his phone.
"Thank you." The girl smiled sweetly while reaching out to take the phone.
"Oh no!" Suddenly, Wang Yi's expression changed as he sensed something amiss. He wanted to retract his hand, but it was too late.
