Gao Dashuai, following the orders of the two masters, held a bouquet of fresh flowers, standing at the entrance of the publishing bureau where Zhu Yan worked. As a few people passed by him after work, they glanced at him and covered their mouths, giggling. Seeing this, Gao Dashuai quickly stroked his buzz cut, trying to look cool, and whispered to the person behind him, "Did I not button my clothes properly?"
"It doesn't seem like it." The person looked at him with the same gaze as everyone else and said, "Gao Dashuai, it looks like you forgot to fasten your belt."
"You can't wear a belt to attract a girl, if you do, you'll just look like a guard standing at the entrance." Gao Dashuai glared at him for lacking insight, adjusted his collar again, and his palms were sweating profusely.
