Ai Le had never imagined that she would meet the man her bestie always talked about under such circumstances.
She rolled up her sleeves, placed her hands on her hips, and glared angrily. Even without a mirror, she could imagine that with a cigarette dangling from her mouth, she would totally resemble a shrewish landlady.
Then there was Ling Ye, who, despite being suddenly carried away by a man in a black suit, managed to come back unscathed and steady on his feet.
His first reaction was also to look at the staircase entrance, his peach-liked eyes wide open, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out.
Ling Ye had never thought that he would meet his good brother in such a situation either.
Around the bend of the staircase, the man's figure was tall and straight, his aura cold and sharp. The girl by his side had big eyes and a baby face, her high ponytail mischievously swinging as she moved.
