"What's the rush? Isn't it just past ten o'clock?"
The little assistant: "..."
Who on earth instilled such a sense of time in him!
What do you mean 'just past ten o'clock'? It's clearly almost half-past ten, okay?
By this rounding-up logic, it's not even time for him to get out of bed yet.
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In the café.
Su Ran's beautiful eyebrows descended inch by inch, a slight smile playing on her lips, but it didn't reach her eyes.
And the certain gentleman who had arrived fashionably late had finally made it.
Yun Feng had a tall figure, unruly golden hair, a very fashionable T-shirt, hands in his pockets, and his sharp, handsome face carried a hint of willfulness, exuding a characteristic arrogance and bohemian charm. When he smiled, however, he looked like the epitome of a sunny, handsome young man.
He arrived at the spot Ye Zhichen had reserved, took off his sunglasses, and the first person he saw was Su Ran sitting next to Ye Zhichen, his gaze flickering slightly.
