"Kept you waiting?" Gu Shengyin asked.
Cen Yuye shook his head. "I just got here too."
Gu Shengyin neither confirmed nor denied it.
Sometimes, for some things, there's no need to be so particular.
Cen Yuye walked around to the other side, opened the car door, and made a "please" gesture toward Gu Shengyin.
Gu Shengyin was about to walk over when, out of nowhere, a woman's voice called out to her from behind.
"Xie Han!"
Her steps paused, and she turned to look.
It was Zhang Hanhan.
Today she was wearing a pantsuit-style skirt set, and her hair had been cut quite a bit shorter; her whole aura looked somewhat different.
But in Gu Shengyin's opinion, this kind of outfit didn't suit Zhang Hanhan.
She was originally the petite, soft-featured type of girl, the kind who suited fluttering white dresses and long hair, the kind that made men think of their campus Goddess from their school days at just a glance.
Gu Shengyin shook her head, pushing aside her own feelings.
