Mu Jin Huan heard the voices and turned around, the well-tailored suit he wore accentuating his tall and upright figure even more.
A mature man who had served in the military always carried a certain aura of valor and authority, composed and stern.
His gaze swept lightly over without lingering, his handsome face expressionless, his voice indifferent and detached, "Hello."
Then his gaze shifted to the person in the wheelchair, whereupon a bit of warmth entered his eyes, and his voice also softened, "Do you like this pair?"
Two completely different attitudes.
Yu Qinglu smiled slightly, not focusing her attention on Jiang Xiaoman, her voice soft and gentle, "It's nice, but I think it's a little tight."
She had tried on many pairs, yet Mu Jin Huan showed no impatience, instructing the clerk to bring a size bigger.
Throughout the process, it was as if Jiang Xiaoman didn't exist.
