The combat trousers were form-fitting, and the autumn clothes weren't very thick. On Huo Beijiang, they accentuated his powerful, long legs even more, exuding an intimidating sharpness.
Jing Tong had been tormented by He Rongxi to the point of feeling dead inside, with only hatred left, yet she couldn't help but blush even more.
It was her inherent flaw—simply because Huo Beijiang, whether in terms of looks, physique, or presence, was the finest of all men she'd ever met. Even his gaze seemed to stir people up, leaving them weak all over.
But now Jing Tong didn't dare brazenly stare at Huo Beijiang. She offered him a timid, feeble smile and greeted him, "Hello, Chief Huo."
Fu Yiming noticed Jing Tong's abnormal behavior. He was displeased, but he didn't show it on his face.
"What? You know each other?"
