It's over...
Zoe Yale couldn't help but want to cover her face and pretend not to know the person outside when she thought of Charles White's bicycle.
Can she still sneak away now?
"Zoe Yale, where's your boyfriend? Didn't you say he had arrived?" Sally Brown walked at the front, arms crossed over her shoulders, with a face full of schadenfreude, glancing outside. She laughed awkwardly when she couldn't see anyone.
"Could it be he's too ugly to dare meet people?"
"He's not ugly at all!" Zoe Yale instinctively retorted.
He's just poor, sob sob...
Zoe Yale braved forward, trying hard to find that bicycle of Charles White.
In winter, a bicycle on the road should be very conspicuous.
But she looked for a long while and didn't see it...
Could it be that he took a taxi instead?
Just as she was about to take out her Cell Phone to call Charles White, the car door of a limited edition sports car parked in front of them suddenly opened.
