Milktea is Soulless Without Pearls

The nearest bus stop at 102nd-Street was located about 700 meters away from the school's east wing. There was an old commercial street called Shanghai Market, but it had nothing to do with Shanghai, just like the standardized Qilihe across the country.

Multitudes flocked to the Shanghai Market on Friday, and Zhang Heng chose to meet here because the crowd allowed him to avoid being recognized by someone he knew.

Since he was first to arrive at the rendezvous point, he bought three cups of milk tea at the shop next to him.

"Are you on a date today?" A voice came from behind him.

"Can you guys just give me a break?" Zhang Heng took the receipt and sighed.

Zhang Heng knew who was standing behind him. Like the staircase incident, the college student had been waiting for him outside the school and followed him once Zhang Heng left. Since he did not take the initiative to speak, Zhang Heng had no intention to talk to him.