Hao Xiangyu had a new man by his side.
He had a buzz cut, a square face, and dark skin. Although not tall and imposing, he was solidly built. His feet stood apart in an unorthodox stance as he faced the room expressionless, yet with a domineering air.
The moment Xiao Ming saw him, he instantly looked behind the man and then his face showed an expression that said, "Just as I thought."
Two people were approaching at a leisurely pace.
Two women.
One of them was dressed in a beige long coat, her black hair draped over her shoulders, her face like white jade, her demeanor cold.
The other was in a masculine black suit and pants, a collarless white shirt adorned with a reverse cross that was rarely seen in the country. She also had long hair over her shoulders, but with fiery red lips and a seductive gaze, she was extremely alluring.
It was like a piece of ice next to a flame, the very image of fire and ice.
"This must be Mr. Xiao Ming, right?"
