Xia Xiaofu froze in an instant. She totally didn't expect him to be there.
She had not seen him for such a long time. He has not changed too much. His fair features were just like a skilful artisan's painting. His eyes were clear and sparkling. Together with his thin pink lips, this youth was even more beautiful than a woman, and he was the most perfect art work of God.
As a best man, he was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. He looked totally different from the mighty and arrogant aura Lu Shaoming had in white. It was also different from Zhou Yao's wild and sexy look when he wore white. He looked gentle as a piece of jade — handsome and beautiful.
Other than his outer appearance, Xia Xiaofu knew from the first glance that this youth was quieter than before. He probably…did not talk to anyone for a long time.
