What’s Yours and Your Superior’s Serial Number?

Wang Qiaoyu felt like even the air she breathed out was more superior now. She lifted her hand that was holding her phone up high and waved it at the guy who had just entered through the café door.

"Ge! I'm here!" Her shout caused the whole café to look over. Feeling such attention, Wang Qiaoyu was not shy and had, instead, looked up proudly at the guy with the blonde Mohawk hairstyle.

The guy was walking like a thug. There was a bounce and a dip in his gait, each step of his was like a local thug teasing the women that others wanted to beat him up just from watching him.

"Qiaoyu-mei, why did you ask me to come?" The guy acted like he was better than everyone else; he glanced at Wang Qiaoyu and asked with a swagger.

He also had both his hands in his pants pockets, as if there was no one else in this world who was better than him.