Zhao Qingheng was so unlucky that he almost went to meet the King of Hell.
His fortune was so poor that he seemed almost to emit an aura warning others to stay away. Those who usually found him handsome and attractive could now probably only perceive the intimidating air about him.
Comparing him to shit?
Not even to shit, for at least that draws the unwavering love of flies.
The school gate featured a traffic light intersection.
Normally, the Zhao family's driver would be waiting on this side of the road to pick up their young master at this time, but for some reason, whether the driver was late or something else happened, Zhao Qingheng found himself waiting at the traffic light with Su Nanzhi to cross the road.
At this moment, the countdown for the red light was at ten seconds.
10, 9, 8, …, 5
With two people between them, Su Nanzhi felt the slowness of the red light and the restlessness of the people around her, as Zhao Qingheng stepped off the curb first.