The moment Su Ye led Su Qing out onto the street, she instantly regretted it.
About fifteen minutes had passed, and since stepping onto the street, they had only managed to move about ten paces.
It wasn't long before they were surrounded by women. And not just women; men had also joined in to see what the commotion was about.
Some of the women were already dazed, their eyes fixed on Su Qing as if they had never in their entire lives seen someone so stunningly handsome.
Others, who still had some sense, managed to maintain their composure, merely stopping at a distance to watch, their eyes filled with amazement.
But these were just a small fraction of the women.
The majority of them were relentlessly tossing the sachets they held at Su Qing.
They giggled as they threw them, a mixture of shy and delighted, trying to suppress their excitement and joy behind a facade of bashfulness.
The crowd was packed three layers deep around them.
