on sunday, the weather was surprisingly clear.
it was almost 8:30 am when song qincheng left home with her stuff.
when she put on her shoes at the door, yu tingchuan was also dressed neatly. he stood at the entrance with his hands in his pockets. his shirt was neat and tidy, and his gaze was locked on her busy figure."you really don't want me to send you?"
"no need, old zhao can send me there."
song qincheng looked up at him as she spoke.
looking at his well-dressed appearance, song qincheng mumbled the word 'taste'. it was as if a man at his age, without his youth and edges, would have a more mature and restrained temperament than his appearance. he was indeed an excellent clothes hanger.
song qincheng thought to herself. she had already put on her shoes and said, " " didn't you ask your business partners to play basketball? don't delay! "
