Seriously? Maybe she was only serious right now?
The saying, "A chance meeting with Yang Guo doomed her for life," wasn't just empty talk. When you met someone too dazzling in your youth, that was probably the thought you had.
For a young girl like Liao Kexin to suddenly meet someone like him, it was perfectly normal for her to act on impulse and entertain a few unrealistic fantasies.
Thinking it over, Zhang Yang no longer found it strange.
"Young Master Zhang, you don't believe me?" Liao Kexin tipped up her face and looked at Zhang Yang.
"I believe you." Zhang Yang pinched Liao Kexin's cheek. "Come on, I'll take you back."
A moment later, inside the car.
Liao Kexin took out her phone and lightly snapped a photo of Zhang Yang's profile.
In the shot, his devastatingly handsome side profile, along with the Rolls-Royce's double-R steering wheel emblem, were all clearly captured.
"Give me your hand." Zhang Yang held one out.
Liao Kexin paused slightly.
"Aren't we making it official? Shouldn't we take a photo holding hands?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.
In an instant, delight bloomed in Liao Kexin's eyes. Then, a little shyly, she offered him her hand.
A moment later, Zhang Yang drove.
Liao Kexin happily edited a post for her Moments.
Just a few simple photos.
His handsome profile behind the wheel of the Ghost, their clasped hands, and the milkshake-white Hermes bag resting on her knees, casually revealed in the frame.
The moment she posted it, likes and comments flooded in.
Then, a few guys she had added who knew how many years ago foolishly messaged her.
[How could this be? I even prepared a birthday present for you.]
[Isn't this too sudden? So this is why you never accepted me?]
Liao Kexin