Children are just like saplings, they shoot up quickly. But no one sprouts as quickly as she does. If not for her fluffy hair tied up casually, Qing Wuya wouldn't dare to recognize her.
"Eh..."
He saw the nimble little girl squeeze toward a table, not intending to leave.
Qing Wuya pushed aside the men around him, whose eyes were inflamed red, and walked towards her direction.
Lu Jingzhi only knows how to gamble on a dice game.
If she wants to feed her addiction, naturally this was the game she would play.
She was impeccably clean, her skin shining brightly. Standing there, it seemed as if she broke through the overall dullness.
The eyes of the people around her hovered on her.
Her dress was simple, no makeup applied, and her hair cut short like a boy's; everyone assumed she was a young sir.
Yet, upon seeing that face, people couldn't help but think she was a young lady.
And after a closer look, they were even more unsure.
