Almost no one walked by, only a series of luxury cars passed, making him somewhat "eye-catching."
After all, among a crowd of elegantly dressed men and women, a young man in a blue school uniform stood out distinctively.
And it allowed one person to spot her at a glance.
Inside a Bentley at the entrance to the Bay Area, a woman with waist-long, soft and smooth hair sat in the driver's seat, her profile delicate and gentle, yet her eyes flickered with a fleeting pride.
She seemed gentle but was actually cool and indifferent.
A man sat in the passenger seat, looking respectable with black-framed glasses, gentle and cultured, speaking to her in a relaxed manner; their relationship seemed to be somewhat special.
"Yiyi, when do you have time to go back with me to meet my parents?"
