"Female guest number nine."
"Female guest number nine?"
The host called her number nine twice before Li Xiwu came back to her senses. She wanted to see if Han Qianye had left, but she actually saw… Pei Jingzhou! Was it a hallucination? Wasn't Pei Jiao originally sitting in that seat? How did it become Pei Jingzhou in the blink of an eye?
It had to be an illusion.
She ignored the host who called her twice and looked in the direction of the audience with uncertainty. The man was wearing a gray shirt and black pants. He sat there calmly, as if he had just come from a business trip. Even though the surroundings were noisy, he could not hide his elegance. He looked at her calmly, his lips curved, but his eyes were cold.
This time, Li Xiwu was sure that this was not an illusion. The man sitting there was really Pei Jingzhou!
The moment their eyes met, several hot entries floated into Li Xiwu's mind:
