"Hiss..."
The pain in his fingers snapped Zou Wenchang back to reality; the cigarette butt had burned almost to the end. Without time to think, Zou Wenchang instinctively pushed the door open and quickly got out of the car, slamming the door shut, and hurried toward the school gate.
"Miss."
No response.
Zou Wenchang strode over to the woman's side and called out again, "Miss."
As a businessman, he certainly wasn't the introverted type. Of course, he wouldn't be naive enough to harbor any fanciful ideas. This pursuit to chat was merely an instinctive impulse.
As a man, encountering such an alluring woman, just watching her pass by and disappear from afar could surely lead to regret or, at the very least, would certainly be a pity.
Mediocre people might just let regrets remain regrets, as they are a normal part of an ordinary life, but he wasn't an ordinary person.
