Yan Changsheng's first reaction was to shield Shen Qinghe behind him, as he did not want her to encounter Dongfang Wuya.
But in a fleeting glance, Dongfang Wuya still managed to catch a clear glimpse of Shen Qinghe's face.
"Shen Qinghe?" The name slipped out of Dongfang Wuya's mouth.
Shen Qinghe peeked out from behind Yan Changsheng, looking towards Dongfang Wuya, "Mr. Wuya, you recognize me?"
Dongfang Wuya found her peering look endearing and adorable, although the birthmark between her brows seemed to be in the wrong place—it should have been between her eyebrows...
Indeed, he had never met her before, so why did he know her name?
"Don't you also recognize this lord?" Dongfang Wuya retorted.
Shen Qinghe was speechless. Indeed, she hadn't gotten a clear look at his face earlier, only vaguely aware that he was dressed in red, and she hadn't even had time to think, yet the words "Mr. Wuya" naturally fell from her lips.
It was as if she had known him for a very long time.
