After school, many parents drove over to pick up their children after getting off work. The gates of First High School were blocked by various cars.
Frowning, Qiao Nian took out her earphone from her bag, walked through the crowd, and was about to call the hospital.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a black Phaeton parked in an inconspicuous corner across the road.
Ye Wangchuan leaned back lazily on the other side, his handsome face illuminated under the street lights. His eyes were deep, and a cigarette hung from his thin and gorgeous lips. His black shirt sleeves were rolled up to reveal the crimson prayer beads on his wrist.
Though he was parked far away, his appearance stood out from the crowd and was very alluring.
Qiao Nian didn't want to walk over.
However, he seemed to sense that she had come out and raised his head to look in her direction, coincidentally meeting her gaze.
Qiao Nian: "…"
