All eyes fell on Yang Zhen, the sensation of countless stares boring into his back made his skin crawl with goosebumps.
Darn it, why hadn't he taken a good look before approaching? Now he'd embarrassed himself in front of a beautiful woman!
"Um...haha, no wonder I was drawn here by a bright aura from afar. Without realizing it, I started walking this way..."
Under the gleeful and mocking gaze of a group of men, Yang Zhen's self-preservation instinct kicked in. Hurriedly, he used his sleeve to brush off the woman's shoulder, and with a serious tone, said:
"In the grand scheme of things, it feels as though a red string named "destiny" pulled me toward you. Forgive me for being ignorant, I didn't recognize your striking beauty. I mistook you for a dashing, heroic youth."
With a perfectly timed sigh of relief, Yang Zhen clutched at his chest, the relief evident on his serious face.
