At this moment, there were three women in front of Yang Fei.
One of them was a mixed-race woman, very beautiful, with heavy makeup on.
On the left side of her neck, there was a vivid and fierce red spider tattoo.
Her eyes were filled with a playful smile, her lips thick, exuding a daring charm.
The other woman looked very pure, clearly a Huaxia woman, exuding the grace and elegance of a Jiangnan water town.
The third woman had a cold expression, not even sparing Yang Fei a glance.
However, her small foot under the table was placed on Yang Fei's leg, gently moving like a soft little hand.
Yang Fei wasn't sure what these three women were up to.
But he knew that such women were not to be trifled with.
Among the three women, Yang Fei couldn't figure out the background of the woman with the spider tattoo, while the other two clearly listened to her.
So, in Yang Fei's eyes, these three women counted as one.
