The speaker was a man about Yang Gang's age, and he was very handsome. So much so, Yang Gang found it hard to describe just how handsome he was with his limited vocabulary. All he could say was that this man was even more handsome than Young Master Yang, on par with He Deng.
Unlike He Deng's mature aura, this man possessed a precious quality that was even more admirable.
Pure and elegant.
He stood there, giving off a vibe that reminded people of a refined, ancient-style gentleman. His clear, hearty laugh gave off an incredibly comfortable feeling. To women, he must seem like a healing angel.
However, Yang Gang felt extremely uncomfortable, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Gu Xiaorou turned to look at the man, as if trying to recall something.
"Xiaorou, it's me, Gu Feng." The man laughed.
Pfft!
Yang Gang frowned, "What the heck?! His name is really Gu Feng?! I hate guys with the surname Gu!"
