The glare from the obviously annoyed catty young mistress of a ger persisted as Xu Feng discreetly observed him. This ger was a delicate and pampered individual, much like a porcelain doll.
His petite frame and pristine appearance made him stand out, and it was clear that he was the focus of the group's attention. Before entering the bookstore, there had been enthusiastic chatter and praise directed toward him, celebrating his presence as the sole ger in their mixed gender group.
However, as soon as their group crossed paths with Xu Feng and his eye-catching silver hair, the conversation underwent a noticeable shift. What had initially been animated admiration and praise now turned into hushed discussions, their voices dropping to secretive tones.
The ger's visage transformed from one of haughty confidence to one filled with disdain and unease.
