Lin Ze only felt his steps were very heavy.
He came here full of passion and confidence, wanting to win back Gu Shengyin's heart.
All his chances of success must be based on one premise—that she doesn't have a new love.
He should feel confident, but when he saw this situation, he suddenly became unsure.
Perhaps they were just good friends? After all, foreigners like to express their affection with exaggerated gestures.
Lin Ze calmed his emotions and walked to Gu Shengyin's side.
"Changhuan."
Gu Shengyin turned her head and saw the well-dressed man standing behind her.
This man, unusually, wasn't wearing a suit.
Gu Shengyin had to admit that Lin Ze's looks were indeed unmatched. Over the past few years, she had seen countless handsome, tall, and stylish male models, but from appearance alone, few could surpass Lin Ze.
And that was in the fashion circle, known as a gathering place for beauties.
Gu Shengyin asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
