He didn't dare to think too much about what had just happened, nor could he dwell on it for fear of embarrassing himself. So, Zhao Jing began to eat the sweet pastry in a slow, deliberate manner.
The shop was quiet, with only the soft sound of two people chewing.
Next door, however, had a sudden influx of people, perhaps because it was time for lessons to begin.
One moment it was a young man, the next a middle-aged one, then a father and son arriving side-by-side.
But no matter who it was, as they passed by Chen Wanqing's shop, they would all pretend to casually glance inside.
When they saw that the beautiful young woman was still there, joy bloomed in their hearts, and an irrepressible light shone in their eyes. But then, their gazes would shift to a handsome, striking young man sitting face-to-face with her, eating, and their brows would uncontrollably furrow into a knot.
'Who is this young man?'
