Bo Jinyu naturally understood what Lin Xiaoxiao was implying with her words.
Lin Xiaoxiao's little scheme couldn't escape his eyes, he just hadn't expected the Lin Xiaoxiao he once praised highly to become so superficial.
At this point, Ye Anran's mind was a bit chaotic.
Shangguan Jing.
It was indeed Shangguan Jing.
She finally remembered. No wonder she always felt familiar looking at this Niki, but couldn't remember knowing such a person.
Because she had only seen her in a photo, a black-and-white one on a gravestone.
At that time, as it was a hurried glance, she didn't get a good look. Plus, she thought the person was dead, so she didn't think much about her.
Now, hearing Lin Xiaoxiao's words, she was incredibly surprised.
It wasn't until Bo Jinyu helped her get up that she gradually regained her composure and looked up at the man beside her.
He was so brilliant, clear and handsome, noble and cold, and smart. Any woman would be enthralled by him.
