In the evening, as Ran Yu just stepped out of the building, she heard a familiar voice, "Xiaoyu."
She looked up in the direction of the sound, her cat-like eyes instantly lighting up, "Brother Gou!"
Shen Ao leaned against the front of an orange Hummer, wearing jeans and a black tank top, his arm muscles taut and tattoos eye-catching, topped with a red Mohawk haircut, a typical underworld look that was intimidating at a glance.
Ran Yu, dressed in a prim and proper skirt suit, ran over like a little white cabbage and slapped his arm, "Damn, Brother Gou, what brings you here!"
Shen Ao, with a cigarette in his mouth, reached into the car window and took out a gift box.
"What's this?" Ran Yu asked, surprised.
"A watch, a back-to-school gift for you," Shen Ao said. "I wanted to take you out to eat, but given the special circumstances now, a gift is more suitable. Right, why weren't you here yesterday?"
