Miss Gu Qiu Shui's complexion changed again and again. She thought she had sufficiently overestimated the depth of trouble Lan Su had fallen into, but as it turned out, she had still underestimated it.
Severely underestimated.
For a moment, Miss Gu Qiu Shui's expression turned extremely ugly!
Taking a deep breath, Miss Gu Qiu Shui suddenly turned her head and, addressing the crowd that was watching the spectacle from a distance, she shouted, "Meng Ding, come here!!!"
Immediately.
Among the crowd, a man stood out like a crane among chickens, handsome in appearance, dressed in a light purple gown, and exuding an air of elegance. His eyes lit up, and he pointed to himself, "Qiu Shui, are you calling me?"
"Yes! Why aren't you here yet?" Miss Gu Qiu Shui frowned slightly.
A look of delight flashed across Meng Ding's eyes.
He briskly walked forward.
The increasing number of onlookers stared at Meng Ding, their envy was indescribable.
