At that time Xu Xinya still had no idea who was that mysterious person who had helped them through their tough times. Never had she any idea on the identity of the person she had offended that night in the club.
Once she made her way downstairs, her eyes landed on the person who was sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed. He had a very calm disposition, a chiseled face, and a relatively severe aura around him as if he belonged to some nobility. His features were exquisite. And one couldn't help but stare at his ravishing face longer than normal.
She frowned; it took her some time to recognize him. But once she did, her eyes widened. "Is that you?"
When he looked up, Xu Xinya's eyes widened.
It was really him.
It had already been a year but the face of that person was still fresh in her memory. She had never slapped anyone in her life.
