That person was standing straight in front of the window with one hand in his pocket. He wore a dark blue shirt and black trousers. His shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow. The curves of his body were strong and perfect. The gorgeous sunlight shone in through the French window and reflected on the person's angular facial contours. It was as if his face was plated with a layer of gold. It was dazzling and charming.
Ye Xiaotao wanted to say something, but when she saw the person's back view clearly, her pupils constricted and she stood rooted to the ground.
If that voice was an illusion, the figure in front of her was definitely not.
It was him.
Leng Hao.
She did not expect to meet him so soon.
Although she was prepared to meet him in T city, the meeting was too... sudden.
It caught her off guard.
