The Scorned Passenger Is the CEO's White Moonlight

While I was riding the bus, a girl in a school uniform suddenly fainted into my arms. I bought her breakfast on impulse, and she blushed and slipped me a note: "Big brother, I take this bus every day." Only later did I learn that she was the long-lost daughter of the richest man in the country. While the whole internet was digging into my identity, the tycoon's bodyguard stopped me. "Sir, our boss would like to meet you." And the girl in the school uniform was standing behind him, smiling at me. It was July, in the scorching heat. Bus 813 during the morning rush was like a tin of sardines that had been shaken hard and then heated in a microwave, filled