A fiery red sports car was flamboyantly parked at the cafe entrance. The door slowly opened, and a boy stepped out. He wore a white loose short-sleeve shirt with letters, long black ripped jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. Despite the simplicity of his attire, he was an undeniable sight.
Under the sunlight, the boy stood beside the fiery red sports car. His small face, as big as a palm, had a pair of large sunglasses. His red lips were pursed into a straight line, looking expressionless. The scorching sunlight reflected off the car, adding to the boy's rebellious charm.
Even through the glass, Qu Ming could feel the boy's radiance. When he looked around the cafe at the others, he noticed that since the boy's arrival, their gazes remained fixed on him. Some young girls even squealed in excitement.
Qu Ming shook his head. Ah, youth... But... Qu Ming frowned and looked at the boy again. Why does he feel inexplicably familiar?
