After hanging up the phone, Xu Qing fell into deep thought.
Qin Hao might be honest, but he wasn't stupid, he knew there weren't pies falling from the sky.
The girl named Liu Jingfang he met in the afternoon wasn't boasting about her looks, yet dressed and groomed like a true urban beauty, tall and slender with a sparkling gaze, sporting light lipstick. Standing next to Qin Hao, who was dark, short, and stocky, anyone would guess that Qin Hao must be rich.
Returning to the sofa, both sour milk cartons were empty. Jiang He watched the computer screen intently; several characters were fiercely battling it out on the bridge, riding horses and wielding swords. The modern bridge over the river was lined with various cars, and the three people from the Ming Dynasty shuttling through traffic with their cold weapons created an oddly beautiful visual conflict—this was the climax of the movie.
"Can you ride a horse?" Xu Qing asked casually.
