Huang Jun watched Zhang Fuqiang and his group leave in a mess, a disdainful smile curling at the corner of his mouth, then slowly turned around.
When his gaze fell on Yang Xiaoxiu again, he was slightly taken aback. The somewhat immature girl in his memory was now surrounded by an irresistible brilliance.
The sunlight painted her features like a picture, shedding her usual shyness, every gesture exuded composure, genuinely having a touch of a big screen star's charm.
"The fame really nurtures people," Huang Jun thought to himself, unknowingly admiring Li Jing's vision again.
He stepped forward slightly, his tone unusually gentle: "Brother Jing is waiting at the parking lot on the other side, you go ahead yourself, we won't accompany you."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoxiu nodded slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her almond eyes, then she said with a gentle smile: "Thank you, Brother Huang."
