A white T-shirt, plaid shirt.
Jeans washed to a faded white.
On his feet, a pair of cheap skate shoes that didn't match his status.
The white skate shoes were somewhat old, covered in creases, yet scrubbed spotlessly clean.
Along with the clean but tight clothing on his body, it all blended seamlessly.
A black backpack hung loosely on his shoulders, with a book bag strap dangling.
With a hint of unruly rogue in the corners of his eyes and brows, the handsome Jiang Yanchi sauntered over from a distance with a nonchalant air.
He was exactly like the Ou Xiaokai Director Dai had imagined.
Looking at Jiang Yanchi, then turning to Ye Wan, the corners of Dai Zhuoqing's eyes nearly burst with joy.
"Xiao Jiang is here, come over here, come over here, I want to see you two stand together."
Dai Zhuoqing reached out to pull Jiang Yanchi over to Ye Wan's side, then stepped back three paces to size them up.
The more he looked, the more satisfied he became.
