Perhaps noticing that the mother and child hadn't gotten into the car, the black Rolls-Royce honked its horn, and then a man pushed open the car door and got out.
He was dressed smartly in a suit, tall with long legs, and wore refined glasses, embodying the polished demeanor of a business elite...
Song Niaoniao noticed that there were already young women on the roadside glancing his way.
Tsk tsk tsk, indeed, when it comes to age, men have the upper hand.
Because once women pass twenty-five, improper care can lead to crow's feet and various blemishes...
But for men, like this one here, almost forty, his appearance hasn't changed much, and he's gained the calm steadiness unique to mature men.
That's a charisma accumulated by being in a position of power for years, much more appealing than young and immature fresh faces.
The man nodded slightly, "Yaoyao, Miss Song."
Song Niaoniao quickly said, "Mr. Rong, just call me Niaoniao from now on."
