The two agreed to meet at a café next to the hospital.
Tang Ruoqing arrived first and, seeing Lu Beiyuan come in, raised her hand, "Over here."
The man walked toward her.
As Tang Ruoqing watched his broad shoulders and narrow waist, his long strides approaching, she couldn't help but sigh—it's no wonder so many women liked Lu Beiyuan.
Setting aside his family background, just that face, that physique, so many women would willingly throw themselves at him.
She involuntarily thought of the man she had encountered that day.
Unlike Lu Beiyuan's cold demeanor, that man's face bore a forbidding asceticism.
How to describe it? He was like a cool and distinguished academic professor, refined and celibate, the kind whose shirt was always properly buttoned up to the top.
"Ruoqing."
Lu Beiyuan approached and greeted her.
Tang Ruoqing snapped back to reality and smiled, "Take a seat, quick."
"What's up?" Lu Beiyuan asked after sitting down, "Is it something to do with Xingxing?"
