บท 473: Stop Dreaming, She’s my Wife

Ling Han's figure was tall and slender, about the same height as him. Sitting on the bar counter, he had a noble temperament, and his entire body exuded a chill that could keep others a thousand miles away. At the bar counter where all kinds of people are, it was very easy to spot him at a glance.

After seven years, his appearance had not changed much. At the banquet, he could be recognized at a glance, especially his gaze. It was the same as back then, as if nothing could catch his eye.

Fu Tingyu stood there and observed Ling Han, wanting to see how much he had changed over the years.

He knew that Ling Han was his fake name, because he had also used a fake name when he went up the mountain. Those who went up the mountain would always use the word 'Ling' as their last name, and they would decide their first name themselves.