Zhou Wang quickly changed his clothes and got out of the car.
Xia Xiwei, who was pacing around, turned her head and instantly brightened up.
The dark, single-breasted, notched lapel wool suit, simple yet with a sense of design, was paired with a grass-green shirt underneath, exuding a maturity without lacking the vigor that young people should have. Coupled with Zhou Wang's great physique and his single hand casually placed in his pants pocket, he had an aura that even celebrities in the entertainment circle might not surpass.
"Not bad, not bad, I thought you didn't really take it seriously... eh, is it my illusion, or do you seem to have gotten even more handsome, and a bit taller?"
Xia Xiwei was exclaiming in admiration and suddenly paused, showing a doubtful look as she deliberately stepped forward trying to pinch Zhou Wang's face.
Zhou Wang dodged and said calmly, "Really? Maybe it's been too long since we've met, and your memory is fuzzy?"
