When Ying Xiaoya came in, a man followed behind her. Seeing her chatting eagerly with Ning Ge, his face couldn't help but darken with displeasure.
He approached them and immediately put on a smiling face, saying, "Xiao Ya, why did you run so fast? You didn't even wait for me?"
As soon as he spoke, Cheng Su and Ning Ge both looked over, appraising him.
He was about one seventy-five in height, of average build, with hair slicked back by mousse into a wet-looking style, small eyes, dark skin, dressed in jeans and a shirt.
The way he looked at Ying Xiaoya was fervent, as if he was about to tell everyone, "I've got my eyes on this woman, and nobody else is allowed to compete with me for her."
"Didn't I give you the address? You could've just eaten at the factory. Why did you have to follow me here?" Ying Xiaoya was not the least bit polite to him.