As Luo Ziling hesitated whether to go over or not, Yang Qingyin, who was talking to the tall boy, turned around.
It was as though she knew he had already arrived.
The distance between them was not close, but Luo Ziling could see the smile that momentarily crossed Yang Qingyin's face upon seeing him.
That smile was like a shot of adrenaline, propelling Luo Ziling to cast aside any hesitations and stride over.
The boy standing with Yang Qingyin also turned his head to look at Luo Ziling as he walked assertively toward them.
As he approached, Luo Ziling, who had been looking at Yang Qingyin all this time, finally turned his gaze to the boy.
This was a man whose looks and demeanor were beyond reproach, reminiscent of the handsome and charming male stars seen on TV and in movies. Luo Ziling could also strongly sense an aura of privilege around him, which made him feel somewhat humbled in comparison.
