The looks were secondary; what caught her attention was the brand names he wore.
Those clothes can easily cost hundreds of thousands; they're not just for show.
And by looking at his demeanor, you can tell they're genuine.
What surprised her was that he actually walked straight towards her.
And leisurely sat down right next to her.
Sun Qingrou quickly adjusted herself, sitting there, occasionally stealing glances over, but not looking directly, waiting primly for someone to strike up a conversation.
As a girl, she definitely couldn't be that forward, she knew that in her heart.
Mu Yeli calmly spoke to the bartender, "A glass of wine."
"Ah, yes, okay, sir, what kind of wine do you need?"
Mu Yeli glanced at Sun Qingrou beside him, "The same as hers will do."
Sun Qingrou sat even straighter.
Listening to his cello-like low and magnetic voice made her heart swoon.
She kept wondering in her heart what he suddenly meant by saying that.
