This voice…
Was it her?
Jiang Haoxuan's eyes darkened, and an incomparably beautiful face suddenly appeared in his mind.
He didn't know why, but ever since that day they quarrelled outside the Fenghuangtai Hotel, Jiang Haoxuan could remember Lin Fei'er's facial features, voice, and figure very clearly.
He then quickly walked toward the liveliest place in the hall. He saw five or six men eyeing a girl covetously, and that girl was holding a stool in her hand. Her bright eyes were filled with vigilance.
The girl had short hair that draped over her shoulders, beautiful facial features, and a long skirt that reached her ankles. Who else could it be but Lin Fei'er?
A ray of light quickly flashed across Jiang Haoxuan's eyes.
It was really her…
Jiang Haoxuan immediately passed through the crowd and directly picked up the man who was shouting the loudest.
