Feng Wu looked perplexed.
Yue Xiu said, "You… You…"
A thought suddenly struck him, and he took a portrait out of his chest pocket and looked at it under the moonlight.
Holy crap!
The painting hadn't made Feng Wu prettier than she really was!
Everybody thought the painting was a beautified version of the girl.
When they searched for her, they were expecting to see a girl that only resembled the painting by 70%.
If the girl in the painting had a score of ten, they thought Feng Wu herself would only be a seven.
However, Yue Xiu realized the girl in front of him was at least a twelve!
No painting could depict how beautiful she was.
"Are you Feng Wu?" Yue Xiu stared at her.
Feng Wu nodded. "Yes, I am."
Yue Xiu shouted, "Guys! Over here! I found her! I found Feng Wu!"
His voice resonated in the quiet living quarters.
Feng Wu looked at him in bewilderment and had a bad feeling about this.
