His wife, Mu Ling, who was sitting next to him, mercilessly said, "The jacket looks good because of the wearer. If you wear it, no one would want to buy it."
Li Yuchen glared at her. When he saw his wife staring at Xu Baohan avidly, he felt like crying. Everyone in the world liked pretty faces.
Xu Baohan did not even look at the other people in the bus. His gaze fell on An Lan sitting in the front row. Wearing a white baseball jacket and sunglasses, she turned from an efficient office lady to into a youthful girl.
Their jackets looked matching, one white and the other black.
Xu Baohan walked over and sat next to her. He brought a large plastic bag filled with food and drinks.
An Lan looked at him. He was really tall, and the chair seemed to have shrunk after he sat down. Her shoulder was pressed against his arm, and they could smell each other's scent and feel each other's body temperature.
