“Here.”
CEN Shaoqing continued, “I’ll wait for you at the West Gate.”
“Alright, I’ll be right there.”
After hanging up, Ye Zhuo walked towards the west gate.
Just as he reached the west gate, he saw Cen Shaoqing, dressed in a plain robe, leaning against the car door with a string of bright red Buddhist beads in his hand.
His facial features were outstanding, and his figure was slender. He was leaning against the car door. It was originally a very casual action, but it gave off an unattainable domineering aura. It was hard to imagine how many streets he would surpass the young male stars.
The students who passed by all looked at him and whispered among themselves. Some of the girls wanted to go forward and ask for wechat, but that person’s aura was too strong. They did not have the courage to go over at all.
“What kind of woman do you think is worthy of such a top-notch man?”
“Of course, only a celestial immortal is worthy of him!”