An hour later, Song Yun lazily stretched and finished the last sip of coffee in his cup, ready to leave.
As he stood up, the girls around him also rose in unison.
Following Song Yun out of the bookstore, a dozen or so people bustled out all at once. The second floor was left half empty, with only a few old men remaining. They had hoped to chat up a couple of artsy young women, but now any with a bit of good looks had gone, hence another large group departed.
The girls trailing behind Song Yun egged each other on, none of them daring to be the first to ask for his contact information.
In this way, they followed Song Yun to the underground parking lot, and when they saw him stride into a Lamborghini and drive away in a cloud of dust, the group couldn't help but exclaim.
"In this day and age, any handsome young man turns out to be a rich one, huh!"
"Ah, I've never seen a man handsomer than him in my life, and who knows if I'll ever meet another like him in the rest of my days!"
