Lu Jun was initially quite nervous.
But upon hearing her words, his heart trembled, and he couldn't help but muster the courage to ask, "So, Miss Meng, how did your chat with Qiao Yi go?"
Lu Jun's clear and gentle eyes took on warmth, slowly turning Meng Tianrui's cheeks a rosy red.
She grew up to be very beautiful, fitting the Eastern aesthetic perfectly. However, she seemed to intentionally keep a low profile, neither wearing makeup nor dressing up, always wearing the most conservative clothes, and when talking to people, she kept her head down, appearing very afraid of being the center of attention.
Just like now, she wasn't looking at him, yet she felt his gaze fixed on her, and she couldn't help but blush.
Lu Jun stared at her cheeks, her originally fair face now tinged with the color of rouge, making her look even more stunning.
Is she shy?
