Su Hongxing pretended not to hear, but Beichuan wouldn't let her go, quickly rushing over to block her way.
"Ugly freak, didn't you hear me call you..."
Upon seeing Su Hongxing's flawless face, Beichuan's voice faded away.
His throat tightened, and he stared dumbly at Su Hongxing, pointing to her face, then looking at Ye Qilan who was observing coldly from the side.
Accustomed to all kinds of beauties, his heartbeat suddenly quickened, leaving him somewhat at a loss.
After a while, Beichuan found his voice and softly asked, "Are you—Assistant Mou?"
Such a beautiful little beauty, was actually that Moumou, with a painted face?
Su Hongxing nodded, wanting to walk past Beichuan.
Beichuan once again blocked her path, rubbing his hands: "I'm Beichuan, sorry for any offence in the past, please forgive me."
The beauty in front of him was indeed lovely, but as he looked at her, she seemed somewhat familiar; had he seen her before?
