Lu Yinfeng couldn't help but look up and found herself confronted with a pair of dark, icy cold eyes.
The dim light in the bar made those eyes seem even colder.
She was very familiar with that look.
A pang of fear struck Lu Yinfeng's heart, and she involuntarily called out the name.
"Li Haiguang?"
Looking again, the man seated next to Li Haiguang, with just a seat between them, wasn't that Mo Nanze?
They were here too?
Yan Sijia was drawn by Lu Yinfeng's voice and craned her neck along her gaze, also catching sight of the man.
Suddenly, she hunched over on the seat, curling up like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, engaging in futile evasion.
What to do, what to do!
Yan Sijia trembled with fear.
She hadn't expected to run into Li Haiguang at such a place so soon.
She wasn't ready yet.
She instinctively hid herself.
Lu Yinfeng used her body to shield Yan Sijia, staring coldly at Li Haiguang across the way.