When he walked out of the shop carrying the limited-edition cigars in their exquisite bag, Anya still hadn't come out.
However, Li Wei did see a few women in their early twenties. They had hot bodies and were dressed like influencers, posing for pictures next to the Cullinan he had just picked up.
Li Wei walked over, box in hand, and pressed the key fob. The flash of the car's lights startled them, and they instinctively took a few steps back.
But when they saw Li Wei, their eyes lit up, and they all crowded around him.
"Is this your car?" the white girl in the lead asked boldly. "Or are you the driver?"
"It's my car," Li Wei said, opening the door. "Now, if you don't mind, please step aside. Don't stand in front of the car."
"Are you a trust fund kid?" another one asked. "Maybe we could have some fun together?"
"Yeah," the last girl said. "With the three of us? You look really strong."
