"Sister Jing."
The emperor blue Bentley Flying Spur was parked by the airport's pickup lane, and Gu Heng, seeing He Jing playing with her phone by the car, greeted her with a smile.
"Gu..."
Upon hearing this familiar voice, He Jing quickly put down her phone, subconsciously raised her head, and blurted out "Gu Heng" only to halt mid-sentence when she saw the sight before her...
Gu Heng still had his old looks with a bit of youthful handsomeness.
But his demeanor had drastically transformed compared to a few months ago...
A few months earlier, Gu Heng, although not exactly a loser, definitely had nothing to do with the word "dignity." He Jing vaguely remembered their first time at a bar where Gu Heng had spent hundreds of thousands in one night; handsome indeed, but very much like a nouveau riche...
Now, looking at Gu Heng...