He didn't drive here.
The Jinglan Capital is a wealthy villa area, and it's impossible to find a public bus stop within miles around it.
Moreover, Ming Ge seriously suspected...
Her eyes darted around as she covertly sized up the distinguished and graceful man, thinking to herself:
The beauty has probably never even taken a bus before, right?
Because Ming Ge just couldn't imagine...
Gong Yeyan, a person like him, squeezing onto a bus with ordinary people.
But, letting him stay... what does that imply?
Ming Ge pursed her rosy lips, about to speak.
Gong Yeyan lifted his left hand, glanced down at the silver-gray watch on his wrist, and said, "It's already nine o'clock, I should go."
"..."
The courage that Ming Ge had finally mustered up collapsed in an instant.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but an inexplicable sense of loss emerged in her heart.
Barely perceptible, elusive, yet truly, genuinely there.
