Qin Jun stood at the school gate, dressed in an off-white suit with tousled hair, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands—a bouquet of pink roses. Very pretty.
At the school gate.
"Wow, who is this guy?"
"Here to chase after the girls from our school again? Damn! There are already so few pretty girls at our school, why do they all get taken away by outsiders?"
"Well, he is rich after all, didn't you see what kind of car that is?"
"What car is it?" someone curiously asked.
"That's a Maserati, worth at least a million."
People around were chattering. Qin Jun didn't care about these murmurs. Seasoned in the business world, he didn't care about others' opinions, especially not these students, as their gossip couldn't affect him in any way.
Soon, Lan Yudie hurried out from the school.
"Xiao Yu!" Qin Jun hurried forward when he saw her.
"Qin Jun, why are you here?" Lan Yudie looked at him anxiously and said, "Didn't I tell you I wouldn't be coming out today?"
