Shen Zhilie was dressed in a clean-looking white shirt that did wonders in outlining his already healthy figure.
His dark pants made his legs look especially long.
Comparing his hairstyle to what it had been the day before, Ye Qianqian could tell that he had cut it.
Did this guy dress up?
Where did this car come from?
It was such a gaudy shade of yellow. Furthermore, the make of this car seemed very much like a Maserati.
Ye Qianqian's eyes grew wide. As she gazed at his demeanor and dressing from afar, she could roughly guess the purpose of his visit.
Why would anyone come to a poor rural town for no reason?
He was obviously harboring some nefarious intentions.
Shen Zhilie hadn't noticed Ye Qianqian standing at the back eating her ice cream. He walked over. After glancing at the little shop, he asked, "Do you happen to know a lady called Ye Qianqian?"
