Du Sen's tall figure stood at the doorway, sunlight enveloping his face, gentle as jade.
This handsome figure drew the attention of passing young girls.
He seemed not to notice them, concentrating instead on making a phone call.
Perhaps his sister said something that riled him up, for he looked very angry...
She lowered her head to take a sip of coffee, then pulled out her phone from her bag and snapped a photo of him.
A moment later, when she looked up again, he had already walked over.
When he looked at her again, his face had already returned to a smile.
"Did you take a photo of me?"
He had already noticed her little move.
"Um... yeah! You looked really angry just now, did your sister annoy you?"
She laughed, changing the topic.
She didn't even know why she snapped the photo, but now thinking back, it seemed like a sneaky shot, not very admirable.
Du Sen straightened his suit and sat down gracefully.
