One Look, Two Looks, Three Looks

Su Xiaolu did not pay much attention to it. What she remembered was that the young man was very good-looking.

Su Xiaolu muttered and left with her things.

Su Xiaolu quickly forgot about it. After she disappeared into the crowd, the window opened again.

The cold young man sat in the wheelchair and quietly watched the people coming and going on the streets. His gaze was as dark as the night, making it impossible to figure out what he was thinking.

Su Xiaolu walked around and came back. When she passed by the teahouse, she subconsciously looked up. She did not see anyone but a closed window.

Su Xiaolu thought to herself, So sensitive. He can look at others, but others can't look at him. Seriously.

Coincidentally, Su Xiaolu saw Su Chong and the others. She ran over happily. "Eldest Brother, Second Brother."

"Xiaolu, where did you go? You suddenly disappeared. You scared me."