Out of curiosity, Gu Qingxin watched the man approaching in a wheelchair. Because he was seated, she could clearly make out his features. Judging by his build, he was about the same height as Beiming Han. His features were not as delicate as Beiming Han's, but he was still handsome in his own right.
Gu Qing thought to herself, it would be hard to find a man more attractive than Beiming Han in this world.
"Young master Han, it's been a long time. Do you remember me?"
The woman who was wheeling the man chirped and greeted Beiming Han. She was probably in her mid-twenties, tall and stunning with a glamorous appearance, and she had a great figure. She was dressed provocatively.
If this woman were a wild rose with thorns, then Gu Qingxin was a fresh daisy. They were not at all similar.
Beiming Han gave the woman a brief glance before greeting the man, "Second brother, it's been a long time."
