At that moment, a man and a woman suddenly approached from the opposite direction.
Qiao Chengxun was wearing a well-tailored black suit with a red bow tie at his chest. His solitary aura seemed to lower the temperature around him a few degrees.
Han Dingxi was dressed in a wine-red cocktail dress, her tender white arms hooked onto the man's, with her crimson lips curved into a faint, self-confident smile.
The two pairs of men and women tacitly stopped in their tracks, exchanging glances, each harboring their own thoughts.
Qiao Chengxun's narrow and cryptic black eyes were covered with a layer of proud chillness, his hawk-like gaze fixated on the girl he deeply loved.
In front of others, this man never let his joy or anger show on his face. He secretly let out a sigh of relief, thankful that the one accompanying her was Tang Yuxin and not Gu Jiashao.
