Facing the hand Zhang Beixing extended, Makely didn't take it.
This highly educated woman who cares most about etiquette and manners actually froze at this moment.
Zhang Beixing…!
She'd heard this name!
No matter how little she followed the news, no matter how little she cared about politics.
Her ears had practically grown calluses from hearing this name!
For more than half a year, almost everyone around her had been talking about this name.
Relatives or friends, colleagues or students, they were all talking about it around her, more or less explicitly.
No matter what occasion, no matter where.
Even when she sometimes couldn't drive to work because of traffic restrictions and didn't have to listen to the radio, she could still hear this name from strangers chatting on the bus.
And right now.
This man was standing right in front of her.
Less than five centimeters away!
If she just leaned forward a little, she could literally kiss this man!
Insane.
