The foreigner gripped Feng Lu's arm tightly, his face a mask of extreme arrogance and indignation. There was nothing to be done about it. In his, Asol Dougriev's, view, he was a superior person from a developed country like the United Kingdom. Not to mention his surname, Doug Rif, was anything but ordinary. It was famous even in London, wielding immense power and influence!
Ever since Asol had set foot in Shanghai several years ago, he had been like a fish in water. Countless attractive Huaxia women, in his eyes, were easily captured with a mere flick of his finger or a flaunting of his family background and status. In a sleepless city like Shanghai, a place of debauchery shrouded in luxurious decadence and hedonism, there were indeed many such materialistic women. Their blind pursuit of wealth and the so-called 'high society' gave genuine, foreign-born, rich, and handsome men like Asol the perfect opportunity to exploit them.
