The white box hung quietly between them.
The atmosphere throughout the Apple store had noticeably quieted down.
Quite a few people had turned to look.
Mainly because the two of them standing together simply did not look like a match.
To be fair, Tang Song did not look bad.
His features were regular, his contours defined, and his nose was fairly straight. At six feet tall, he was neither fat nor thin.
But that was all.
He was an ordinary twenty-six- or twenty-seven-year-old programmer—someone who worked overtime for long stretches, sat for too long, stayed up late writing code, never exercised, and did not dress up much.
His hair was the most ordinary short cut, with a few unkempt strands sticking up.
His T-shirt was a cheap one, and even the collar had gotten a little loose from washing.
His shoulders and back slumped slightly, carrying that distinctive curve of someone who had spent years facing a screen.
He was clean enough, but he was absolutely nothing remarkable.
And Zhao Yachian, standing before him?
Young, glamorous, long-legged.
Black stockings, high heels, a bodycon skirt.
Her waist and back were straight, her posture elegant, her bearing poised.
Standing together, the difference between them was obvious.
He Liting, standing behind Zhao Yachian, had an extremely complicated expression on her face.
Zhao Yachian had joined Yisha Beauty Industry in May 2023, introduced by her former colleague, Sister Li.
It was a relatively high-end women's beauty salon in Yancheng, but beauty therapists had low base salaries and relied mainly on commission.
Her first year had been tight. She only took home a little over five thousand yuan a month, and she still had debts to repay.
Later, after her skills improved, her customer base stabilized, and she gained more returning clients, she could make