Late at night, under the dim streetlights.
A Mercedes parked by the roadside, its xenon lights piercing the night. A woman sat in the driver's seat, her face indistinct.
She was staring at Jiang Nian not far away through the car window.
"Hmm."
Jiang Nian stepped forward and, seeing the class president's outfit, couldn't help but take another look. He thought to himself, the class president is truly a natural clothes hanger.
In contrast, what he wore was much more ordinary.
Jeans and a black down jacket; fortunately, he's tall and slim, managing to pull off the look, appearing somewhat stylish.
"Qingqing, you look really beautiful."
Beautiful indeed, but not dressed like someone going hiking.
He mused that the class president should count as half a parent, so this outing was still a leisure trip.
"Hmm." Li Qingrong nodded, her eyes reflecting someone's figure. "If you're tired, you can sleep in the car."
Just then, there was a bang.
