She saw that he was now only carrying the bag that was underneath the box as they walked outside.
It was not very warm, but it was not necessary by any means to wear a thick winter coat.
Wei Zilin had a black coat on. He looked dashing even when pushing the trolley.
Because of its weight, the coat did not flutter in the wind, instead, the sides of the coat hung low on both sides of him, swaying ever so slightly as he walked.
His mannerism was so magnetic that it made people want to just reach out and grab him. One would be so lucky if he was to even stop to look in their direction.
Xu Moyan was unsure whether other passengers would have the same thoughts as her. But she did see some young ladies looking at Wei Zilin. Xu Moyan felt that perhaps they were feeling the attraction she was feeling at that moment.
If she were in their shoes, she would probably stare at him as well.
