"Huh? It's her."
Chen Hao looked at the figure not far away, his mind suddenly stirring.
That figure was a woman, to be exact, a beautiful mature woman.
Time seemed to have left little trace on her, and she appeared to be a beautiful woman in her prime, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
Feeling someone's gaze on her, the beautiful woman paused, tilted her head slightly, and then saw Chen Hao.
She was momentarily stunned, as if she didn't recognize Chen Hao at first, but then she quickly smiled and nodded at him, eventually recognizing him.
Chen Hao had taken a shower and changed his clothes, so he no longer looked disheveled, but his rainbow-colored hair definitely made him stand out.
However, the good thing was that at the "Antique Fair," there were all kinds of people, and those dressed in outlandish fashion were certainly not in the minority.
