Tang Wu glanced at Jing Qian, who had hidden in the wardrobe, and shook her head helplessly.
Was her brother so fierce that she was so afraid?
Tang Wu walked to the door and opened it.
Standing outside was a mature and handsome man. He was wearing a gray shirt with the buttons buttoned neatly. He had a dignified aura and when he looked at Tang Wu with his deep eyes, there was a dignified look.
Tang Wu pursed her lips slightly.
She was not a young girl who was inexperienced in the ways of the world. She could naturally guess that if Brother Jing Qian could find this place, she must be in this room.
The man's deep gaze landed on Tang Wu. Tang Wu was wearing a white chiffon shirt and jeans. Her long curly hair was tied into a ponytail, revealing her palm-sized exquisite face. There were two strands of hair by her cheek. She was slender and charming, like a rose that had bloomed at night, exuding a dazzling beauty.
