A figure descended from the elevator.
She was wearing a long white down jacket, with hair like a waterfall and a face of refined beauty, much enhanced by the delicately applied makeup.
"Master, the young lady from the Fu Family."
Xun Huai approached.
He whispered something to Bo Qingyu.
The step that Bo Qingyu had originally meant to take was abruptly halted.
He angled his gaze, one hand in his pocket, towards the girl coming across, her attention absorbed by her cell phone, barely watching where she was going.
Fu Jiajia still seemed somewhat haggard, her eyes flitting over the news on her phone screen regarding the final pronouncement about the murderer's trial.
She knew this person too.
It was Jiang Ruan.
In the past few days, she felt like she was living in a dream.
Still unable to accept the fact that her sister had been murdered and was gone from their lives.
"Hi."
All of a sudden.
A pleasing male voice sounded in her ear.
