"Click—" The lights flickered, and the car door locked.
Lin Muxue held a bunch of shopping bags, her complexion slightly reddened, occasionally stealing glances at Tang Song.
Once she was sure he was not angry, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Her emotions had surged moments ago, and she had almost thrown herself at him carelessly.
She didn't really know much about Tang Song, having only interacted with him three or four times.
Most of the image she compiled was from notes on Little Red Book and descriptions from Zhao Yaqian.
In her mind, he was supposed to be an upwardly mobile, highly efficient, excellent, disciplined, and warmly generous perfect man.
Now, she knew he had a girlfriend, and moreover, she was good friends with his girlfriend.
Flirting with him under these circumstances felt daunting and shameful; it was simply dishonorable.
