Hearing the voice, Li Qian Rui also looked up, and there was Zhou Jin indeed. He wore a maple-colored trench coat, looking handsome and elegant. Perhaps in his hurry to come, there was still a bit of travel-worn chill and fatigue about him. Mo Yan respectfully followed behind him, carrying a briefcase.
His fair and handsome face still bore a pair of rimless glasses, and now his cold eyes flickered with light and shadow behind the glasses.
Li Qian Rui lowered her butterfly-wing-like long lashes and laughed at herself mockingly. Su Zhishui was in trouble, and he had come; his feelings for Su Zhishui were truly... true love indeed.
"Zhou Jin, save me, Feng Yueming wants to ruin my face, no, please, no!" Su Zhishui's scream was heart-wrenching.
Zhou Jin glanced at Su Zhishui and then turned his head to look at the tall figure on the wooden chair. He spoke in a low voice, "Yue Ming, let Zhishui go."
