Wang Jiao couldn't quite explain why she had felt as if she were frozen in place all of a sudden; that man's gaze had chilled her to the core.
Meanwhile, her roommates had also come out and were leaning on the balcony railing, watching Bo Jinyu's retreating figure.
"Can you believe Anran is married just like that?"
"Damn, with a man that good, I'd marry him too!" another declared, visibly eager to wed.
"Right, if you meet such a good man and don't marry him, you're a fool!"
"Hey, hey, hey, I'll go back to sleep; maybe my Prince Zhou will turn into my Prince Charming while I'm dreaming..."
"Prince Zhou is an old dude!"
"Get lost, who says Prince Zhou is an old dude!"
...
Bo Jinyu had put all of Ye Anran's luggage in the trunk and, after closing it, turned to her, "Is there anything else you need to take?"
"No," Ye Anran shook her head.