Zhao Heng immediately stood in front of Ming Jing, frowning and asking, "What kind of place is this?"
Song Yinzhang shook his head, "I'm afraid it's too late for us to leave now..."
Looking back, Song Yinzhang saw several men swaggering towards them and sighed.
Zhao Heng sensed something was wrong, turned his head, and the waiter who had guided them earlier had disappeared at some point.
The young girl stood quietly in place. The dim light fell on her skirt, the silver lotus shimmering with waves of light, as pure as a sacred radiance, making one dare not have any blasphemous thoughts.
Song Hanqing watched from a distance, his heart pounding "thump, thump."
He had lingered among flowers for years but had never seen such a style before. As pure and sacred as the Snow Lotus on the Peak of Tianshan, it only made people want to possess and tear her calmness in the eyes.
Lin Chu was also dumbfounded, this girl's temperament was very special and hard to forget.
