Zhuo Jian hadn't expected to see Fu Yanye after work. He was leaning against the passenger side door in a black coat, his body facing their TV station, but his eyes were on the lighter in his hand.
Wow! Such a grown man, still playing with a lighter!
Zhuo Jian's heart thumped rapidly because he truly had the appeal to fascinate her. The thick long coat couldn't conceal his long legs, nor could it obscure his handsome contours.
Ouyang Ping and Li Yuqing were behind her, about to call out to her, but when they saw her standing across from Fu Yanye, they stopped.
It wasn't dark yet, but the wind was blowing her long hair so that he couldn't see her face clearly.
Zhuo Jian raised her hand to hook the unruly hair in front of her face behind her ear and asked him, "Didn't you see the message I left for you?"
"I saw it! But grandma misses you and asked me to take you to see her."
"I can go by myself!"
Zhuo Jian thought this was such a small matter.
