Song Beicheng watched as Ni Yang turned her back to him, peering at her with a newfound seriousness in his eyes.
Perhaps, from the beginning to the end, he entirely misjudged Ni Yang.
She truly didn't care about money.
She genuinely didn't wish to associate with the rich and powerful.
Yet, despite being only a teenager, she possessed a maturity that many adults lacked, as if weathered by countless storms.
Song Beicheng touched his chin, and a glimmer of intrigue flashed in his eyes.
With swift movements, he finished his noodles and left the place.
For three days, Song Beicheng visited the noodle restaurant every morning. To get his noodles, he even had his assistant queue for him for a considerable amount of time.
In those three days, they didn't exchange a single word, or even a glance.
Only then did Song Beicheng realize that the girl genuinely had no interest in him.
"Ni Yang." Song Beicheng couldn't resist calling out to Ni Yang's back.
