Getting off the bus, Gu Xiaoqing struggled to carry the bag and walked towards the school.
She saw a black car parked at the school gate. Gu Xiaoqing didn't recognize the brand or anything, and she couldn't tell. In both her lifetimes combined, she never had any concept of car brands.
Many classmates were secretly eyeing the car.
Gu Xiaoqing didn't understand what was so interesting to look at.
But she still took a glance; curiosity killed the cat, after all.
Inside the car, in the driver's seat, sat a man in his twenties, very handsome, but with a cold expression that warded off strangers. His eyebrows were sharp as swords, his eyes large and spirited, lips slightly pressed, the corners of his mouth held a cold, unsmiling sternness.
Wearing a white shirt and black trousers, he looked very impressive, like some kind of cadre in a position of power.
Gu Xiaoqing stuck her tongue out inwardly.
Good-looking, just a bit cold, like a complete iceberg.
