Huo Shaoheng was standing in the front of his silvery-gray military SUV and waiting for Gu Nianzhi in the spacious parking lot behind the Prime Minister's Residence.
He leaned on the passenger's side door as he hugged his arms around himself. His body was leaning slightly forward and his head was hanging halfway down. He had long legs. One leg was straight and the other leg was bent halfway. The backs of his feet rested on one of the tires.
Under the clear moon, standing there, he looked like a picture.
The man was perfect. How could she refrain from looking at him?
At that moment, Gu Nianzhi forgave her younger self for being extremely ignorant.
When Huo Shaoheng lifted his head and saw Gu Nianzhi coming toward him, his expression changed briefly.
Because she was not the only one coming toward him. He Zhichu was also there.
