Ningchun Road, Starbucks in Future Business Plaza.
Cheng Yuyao was waiting in a seat by the window. Opposite her was an empty seat, prepared for Qin Heng.
Today, she wore a white sleeveless shirt, her delicate shoulders slightly exposed, and her exquisite collarbones also visible. Her skin was so fair it almost reflected light, and her already delicate features, paired with light makeup, made her stunningly beautiful.
She had also slightly curled her hair; the strands by her temples gently coiled and rested on her soft blush, adding a touch more charm and attracting the gaze of nearly every man in the coffee shop.
"It's already been over half an hour!" Cheng Yuyao glanced at her Patek Philippe watch, worth over a million, on her wrist. Her brows furrowed as she said, "I even purposely came ten minutes late, yet he still hasn't arrived."
Cheng Yuyao was about to explode with anger.
