When the higher-up saw Ye Wanwan's gaze landing on his son and surprisingly not looking displeased, hope ignited in his heart, and he advertised his son with increased enthusiasm.
"Ah-Yang, hurry and introduce yourself to Miss Yi!" The higher-up shoved his son.
The youth named Ah-Yang had his lips tightly pursed and his complexion looked ghastly pale as he stood unmoving in his spot.
The higher-up turned anxious. "Why are you foolishly standing there?"
The youth pushed his father away. "Sorry, I have something to do. Please excuse me!"
"You…" The higher-up nearly stomped his feet in anger upon seeing his son dashing away.
He hastily turned to Ye Wanwan and apologized, "I'm truly sorry, Miss Yi. This child is a bit introverted and shy with strangers."
Ye Wanwan casually replied, "He has quite the character."
