Boss Tang left surrounded by four bodyguards, and Titus Zane put away the Gold Card.
This was his own tip, and he didn't need to turn it in.
It was still early, so he turned and leaned on the railing to continue enjoying the scenery.
During Fashion Week, the rendezvous spot in Paris was teeming with people of all skin colors, but Asians with yellow skin were the main characters, of course.
People from back home are really fools with too much money, flying all this way just for an item of "handmade" craftsmanship!
Actually, in the era of Grandmother's grandmother, there was no machine processing at all, and everything one ate, wore, or used was "handmade"!
Standing for a long time had made him a bit tired, so Titus Zane turned around, ready to leave.
A gust of wind blew over, messing up his hanging wavy hair and obstructing his view.
Titus Zane raised his hand to fix his long hair, but just then—
He bumped right into a man rushing past.
