บท 115: Each Has Their Own Difficulties (1)

As Li Zimei's soft voice echoed, Xu Xiaohui's eyes involuntarily widened as she looked at Xu Qing.

She couldn't be blamed for not recognizing him. In her memory, Xu Qing was covered in dirt.

But now, the person standing at the entrance of the private room had a slender and tall figure. His long black hair casually draped over his shoulders, revealing an indescribable elegance. This was especially so for that face that was enough to cause one to be mesmerized.

He was peerlessly handsome.

He had a face that looked like it had been sculpted. Under his sword-like brows was a pair of slender cold eyes that were dark and deep. The radiance that emitted inadvertently from him and the spirit energy on his body made one not dare to underestimate him.

"Yes." Xu Qing nodded.

Xu Xiaohui's pretty face was slightly red. She picked up the wine glass and drank it to conceal the fluctuations in her heart.