Next day, Yan Luoxi and Han Zheng returned to the country. As soon as they exited the airport, a black Maybach stopped in front of them. The driver got out and opened the car door, revealing a pair of long legs wrapped in smoothly-cut trousers.
Yan Luoxi whistled in her heart. Look at those long legs; not being a model is such a waste. But when she saw the owner of the legs, she immediately wanted to flee.
She wanted to run away in her heart, but her legs were glued to the ground, unable to move an inch. She stared at the man approaching her. Her limbs stiffened, and she nervously raised her hand to greet him, but the man didn't even glance at her, brushing past her and entering the airport.
Yan Luoxi's hand froze in mid-air. She turned around awkwardly to watch his back. Was he planning to pretend not to know her if they met on the road in the future? That'd be great; she wouldn't feel awkward anymore.
