Lihua turned and saw an elderly lady with a countenance as cold as the Arctic step inside. Her face was devoid of any expression. But her gaze was sharp and menacing. With her aura alone, the store reached a deadly freezing point and the employees shuddered in her presence. Their heads automatically lowered, not daring to meet her dark gaze.
But of course, this change in the atmosphere was only felt by the employees and Ruomei.
Lihua didn't.
To her, the Old Madam was probably just another customer. Her dominating presence flew over her head. She didn't even notice the suffocating pressure building up in the air.
Fu Renshu straightened up. This was the time. They knew there would be a confrontation. He glanced at Jiang Weizhe. He didn't react. Instead, he was calmly gauging the situation. And Lihua.
