It's hopeless.
She lifted her wrist to check the time, figuring it should be about time. She had confidence in Gu Ning. Whether it was windy, raining, or even if knives were falling from the sky, Uncle Gu was absolutely never late.
If he lacked even this bit of credit, then he wouldn't be Gu Ning.
Indeed, not long after, a low-key black car had already stopped in front of her.
The car door opened, and Gu Ning got out, tall and long-legged, exuding an impressive presence. Of course, it was such a waste for him not to be a model. After all, he had the height, the legs, and a decent face to boot—even if he wasn't a fresh young face, he was still a tough man.
Clearly, he could rely on his appearance to make a living, but he chose to rely on his talent instead.
That's probably what people mean when they talk about someone like Gu Ning.