"Ah? Cousin... hello, Cousin." Le Yue's cheeks flushed red, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
She was actually quite outgoing, except when she was around handsome guys—then she became shy.
"Hi. Get in." Zhang Yang smiled faintly, picked up a suitcase in each hand, and effortlessly loaded both girls' luggage into the trunk.
Naturally, the two girls sat together in the back seat.
A moment later, Zhang Yang fastened his seat belt and glanced back at the two girls in the rear.
"I'll take you to eat first."
"Cousin, you drive a Porsche now? You're doing so well! And you're so handsome—I almost didn't recognize you just now." Song Yumeng's tone was filled with unconcealed amazement.
Zhang Yang could not help but laugh.
What was this, really? His current state was merely the absolute lowest-tier version of Zhang Yang.
Even this low-tier version had his little cousin this amazed. If he brought out the high-tier version, who knew how she would react?
It seemed that what he considered keeping a low profile was only his own assumption.
In the back seat, Le Yue sat beside Song Yumeng, occasionally glancing at that ridiculously handsome figure in front of her. She could not help tugging at Song Yumeng and silently communicating with her through her eyes.
It was as though she were saying:
With a cousin like that, how did you resist showing me his photo on the high-speed rail? Keeping me in suspense, huh?
Song Yumeng opened her mouth. Though she understood what Le Yue meant, she could not say a word.
At noon, they went to a local cuisine restaurant at BFC Bund Finance Center.
The average spending per person there was around seven or eight hundred yuan.
It was not exactly extravagant, but it was presentable enough