He carried himself in a dignified manner, with the presence of someone who was worldly-wise. Even the profile of his back view stood out among the crowd, exuding a sophisticated and masculine charm that attracted the attention of others.
He tapped the cigarette ashes occasionally into the rubbish bin as the warm lights from McDonald's streamed out through the glass windows, defining Fu Huai'an's strong and masculine features. He raised his hand to look at his watch, and his thin lips parted, white mist emitting from within.
Lin Nuan's heart skipped a beat unexpectedly.
Amid the white mist, his sight seemed to turn towards Lin Nuan intuitively.
Fu Huai'an put out the cigarette in the ashtray on top of the rubbish bin and ended the call before placing his phone back into the pocket of his suit.
The two ladies standing next to Lin Nuan noticed Fu Huai'an gazing in their direction. They flushed and whispered among themselves.
