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Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue simultaneously sheltered the elderly couple behind them, looking at the group of people who rapidly approached.
The self-introduced Li Chengdong, escorted by others and around forty years of age, was a short and thin middle-aged man with naturally shifty eyes and a rodent-like face, his gaze filled with the smug arrogance of a petty man seizing power and replete with greed and slyness.
When he reached Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue, Li Chengdong's gaze swept toward Feng Qingxue.
In recent years, Feng Qingxue had either been living in the military compound or traveling on business, appearing in official settings and thus always well-groomed. She would only disguise herself when visiting black markets with Lu Jiang or when out alone.
At that moment, though she hadn't made any special effort to dress up, she was still elegant and resplendent, beautiful and dignified.
In her radiance, everything else seemed to fade into insignificance.
