Lin Zhishu?
Isn't that the guy Cheng Yuan likes? Is it just a namesake or the real person?
Ye Manman discreetly observed this slender young man with a gentle and refined demeanor. Recalling the characteristics of Lin Zhishu that Cheng Yuan had mentioned before, she was almost certain it was him.
Short, clean hair, fair skin, metal-framed glasses perched on his nose, gentle brows and eyes, a pleasant voice, a considerate personality, and good at taking care of people—it all seemed to match.
She smiled and extended her hand, "Hello, Senior Lin. Thank you for coming to pick me up today. Otherwise, I really wouldn't know how to get to the school."
Lin Zhishu politely shook hands with her fingertips, "No need to be so formal, Junior. I heard from Mr. Nie that you're pregnant, right? I put a cushion on the back seat, so you can ride on my bike."
After he spoke, he proactively shook hands with He Chen, "Hello."
