Jin Mo had already arrived at the restaurant. He sat at a table in a corner and placed one hand on the dining table. His fingers were very fair.
Xing Shu had always known that Jin Mo had an air of elegance about him. During her college years, there were many admirers who professed their love for Jin Mo on a daily basis. However, Jin Mo would always gently reject them. He gave off a different vibe from Cheng Lang. Cheng Lang radiated a sense of distance; it was a wild wish to get close to him. Jin Mo—on the other hand—gave a boy-next-door, good egg vibe that is gentle and approachable. But in actual fact, he was like flowing water that slips through one's fingers—unable to catch or hold on to.
Xing Shu walked over. "Senior, I'm sorry for asking you out last minute. Did I mess up your plan?"
