Date.
These two characters seemed to inject Miyamoto Takeshi with a shot of adrenaline, as he immediately ordered: "Knock that kid to the ground!"
"Yes, President!"
Over thirty club members had been eager to make a move on Lin Hao, swarming around him and completely encircling him.
Lin Hao remained unflustered, standing still with his hands in his pockets. At first glance, he was as straight as a javelin, with a slight smile on his lips which was still as refreshing as a spring breeze.
"Stop!"
Just then, a soft shout came from the crowd.
And then.
A charming silhouette walked out from the crowd leisurely.
In terms of aura, she was no less graceful than Lan Xiyue—noble and captivating, with a perfect figure, her chest even more prominent than Lan Xiyue's. This additional size might have seemed disproportionate on Lan Xiyue, but on her, it was completely natural and quite the sight to behold.
