At the entrance of the Arts Center, Zhao Yuqing stood in her military training uniform, picking at the roadside flowers and plants. She kept glancing at her phone.
She silently cursed Wu Yun. 'That damn Wu Yun, why isn't he here yet? It's almost seven o'clock!'
Just as she was about to call and rush him, she picked up her phone and spotted a couple in the distance, chatting and laughing intimately.
Zhao Yuqing was furious. 'I'm over here as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and you're over there getting all lovey-dovey!'
Wu Yun spotted Zhao Yuqing by the roadside. He led Wen Meng over and greeted her with a smile, "Sorry to keep you waiting, Class President! Here, I bought you some milk tea!"
You can't hit a smiling face, as the saying goes, and you can't find fault with someone who's just given you a gift. The moment she saw Wu Yun's handsome smile, all of Zhao Yuqing's resentment vanished into thin air.
