He originally thought she was Tang Song's girlfriend, but now it seems she is more like his assistant or secretary.
But this "assistant" is obviously completely different from the assistants he knows.
A complex curiosity welled up in his heart; he slowed his pace, but instinctively hurried a few steps to catch up.
Lin Muxue walked in front with steady steps, occasionally softly introducing Tang Song to the layout of the West Kowloon Station and the human culture of Xiang River, speaking in a flowing manner.
It was clear she had done thorough homework in advance.
They walked one behind the other, a striking pair, like a faint scene in the bustling crowd.
Attracting numerous glances, the rate of turning heads was maxed out.
Jiang Zheng followed behind, maintaining a polite distance.
They walked out of the arrival hall, and a wave of heat rushed towards them.
Cars shuttled through the drop-off area, horns sounded one after another, and the crowd flowed continuously.
