His eyes were seductive and his charm was lethal.
A horde of girls began to scream. "Third Master, you're so handsome!"
Among the countless pairs of eyes, a pair of sorrowful eyes stood out.
A slender girl stood behind the crowd as she gazed at Xuxu and Yan Rusheng. Her hands were tightly clenching her clothes. In her eyes, brewed a mixture of envy and sorrows—it was an unfathomable expression.
A plump middle-aged man walked to the girl and grinned lewdly as he studied her beautiful face. "Xiaojing, your second brother is here. Let's go."
"Oh." The girl nodded as she peered at her hands. Disgust flashed past her eyes. She quickened her footsteps to put some distance between the middle-aged man and her.
She continued to clutch her clothes tightly.
Yan Rusheng opened the car door for Xuxu. Xuxu was looking at the direction where they came from and she suddenly stopped.
She straightened her back and looked again.
