Without thinking, Qin Zhi'ai slammed on the brakes the second she saw Gu Yusheng.
The automobiles behind her were all forced to stop, and the street was soon congested for a long distance after a few minutes.
But Qin Zhi'ai didn't notice, for she was staring at Gu Yusheng in the rearview mirror without blinking.
He was very good-looking, with an attractive and elegant air. Although he had lowered his head slightly and only half of his head could be seen, everyone would turn their head to look at him when they passed by.
However, he seemed not to have noticed that. He took out a cigar and put it between his lips silently, lighting the cigar with one hand and blocking the wind with the other.
He kept standing in the same position. If he hadn't raised his hand to put the cigar into his mouth from time to time, Qin Zhi'ai would have thought he was a statue there.
