His back stood tall and straight, and he walked decisively without any signs of longing or hesitation.
…
Xuxu was sitting on the couch at the main hall's reception area, chatting with a five-year-old little boy of mixed-race.
They were chatting in English and Yan Rusheng could hear her laughter from afar. He couldn't make out their conversation, so he hastened his footsteps to check out the identity of this person she was chatting with.
The moment he saw that the person was of the opposite gender, his face fell immediately.
Xuxu's back was facing him and didn't know that he was walking towards her. When the little boy saw Yan Rusheng, he pointed at him and told Xuxu, "Sister, your boyfriend is here."
Xuxu lifted her brow and was amused. "Huh? You know my boyfriend?"
She had assumed this playful boy was joking and didn't take his word seriously.
Because she didn't have a boyfriend.
