Jiang Chengsi had no idea that in other people's mouths, he had already become a toad wanting to eat swan meat and a wild kid unfit for the stage. The next day, he got up especially early, preparing to find Si Qingxiao for breakfast.
Si Qingxiao had always been clear about what kind of person her uncle was, wanting to introduce her to someone. But she never expected You Hongxian to plot against her, even sending someone to follow her.
However, before You Hongxian's people arrived, Si Qingxiao had already left the house.
Probably everyone thought, who would get up at six in the morning for a date?
Si Qingxiao left through the back door, and after walking for three or four minutes, she saw Jiang Chengsi. He half-sat on his motorbike, dressed all in black. In the chilly morning breeze of winter, his hair was being ruffled freely by the wind. From a distance, he waved at her.
His smile was so exuberant and bright, it was hard not to be moved.
