The crisp morning air carried a hint of anticipation as the sleek town car glided to a halt before the imposing gates of the school. Feng Ruoxi and Xia Xingxing gathered their belongings, exchanging a bemused glance as they prepared to disembark. However, their routine was swiftly disrupted by the sight of a solitary figure loitering by the entrance, his presence exuding an aura of calculated nonchalance.
Feng Ruoxi's brow furrowed as her gaze settled upon the man, her innate instincts as a former spy prickling with unease. There was something about his casual stance, the enigmatic curve of his lips that set her on edge, warning her that this was no mere coincidence.
As they approached, the man's features resolved into those of the dashing stranger from the mall – Pang Zhong, if her memory served her correctly. A strange smile danced across his chiseled visage as he inclined his head in greeting.