8 PM on Fifth Avenue, New York, located on the busiest street of New York, is the famous sleepless city in the United States. If the Champs Elysees is one of the symbols of Paris, then Fifth Avenue is surely one of the symbols of the United States.
The entire avenue, at a glance, is brilliantly lit and majestic, amidst the opulence that makes one reluctant to leave.
This is a heaven for the rich and a hell for the poor.
At the dazzling street corner, the shops lining the street are world-renowned top luxury boutiques. There are currently only a few custors in these shops, but as the night truly descends, the number of custors will gradually increase, consisting of wealthy individuals from around the world, rich wives, ladies, and young gentlen.
Apart from these luxury boutiques, there are also so elegantly decorated coffee shops lining the street, providing a resting place for those tired from shopping.
At this mont, a tall, cold-natured, handso oriental man is sitting alone in one of the coffee shops, near the street window. His beautiful dark eyes are lowered, quietly gazing at the coffee cup in his hand as if it were a top-class treasure, attracting many passersby's attention, while so action-takers have already entered the coffee shop trying to strike up a conversation, but soon, they all ca out of the coffee shop disheartened.
When they approached and took the initiative to chat with the handso man, he always maintained a lowered posture, as if he couldn't hear any sound around him.
The beautiful won left crestfallen, with a hint of disappointnt. Such a handso man, yet he's a deaf mute, what a pity, what a pity indeed.
Still, so who were unwilling to give up stayed in the coffee shop, hoping to take a few more glances at the handso man.
Lin Mubai observed all this, occasionally a cunning smile flashed in his beautiful eyes. Deaf? Mute? What does it matter? He simply didn't want to deal with these won, their chatter was very annoying.
What interested him now was the fragntary conversation coming from the neighboring table.
Lin Mubai pricked up his ears, attentively listening to the conversation drifting from the table next to him. Initially, he had no interest in eavesdropping and was about to leave, but just as that clear and still voice entered his ears, he felt a slight tremor within, and the body that had already stood up involuntarily sat down again. At the sa ti, a voice in his heart clamored, "It's her, it must be her."
There are such people, obsessed with voices, and Lin Mubai happened to be one of them.
Next, another slightly immature voice reached his ears.
"An Nan, you're already 28, if you don't find a man soon, no one will want you."
So her na is An Nan, a pretty nice na, matching her voice, clean and crisp, cool and clear. I wonder what she looks like, would she be as refreshing and austere as her voice? Lin Mubai realized, for the first ti, he was looking forward to seeing what a woman looked like.
Moreover, she's 28, three years older than him, quite surprising, as the voice sounded obviously young.
A woman's cool voice continued to penetrate his ears, "You brat, just mind your own business."
"An Nan, hurry up and find a Dad."
Is she a single mother? Lin Mubai was slightly stunned, with a small wave of disappointnt rising within him, even he himself couldn't quite understand what caused this disappointnt.
The cool female voice continued piercing his ears, "No."
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