The door of the luxurious private room was pushed open, and a slender figure entered her line of sight. Hai Lan looked up, and when she saw who it was, her pupils constricted slightly.
This world was really too small, and she had actually met... an old friend.
Hai Lan’s memory was missing, so the number of people she knew could be counted on one hand. Meeting an old friend here was originally something worth celebrating, but she really couldn’t smile, because this old friend was the man who had brought her home from the bar some time ago and had almost ruined her innocence.
Fu Shu was here.
Today, Fu Shu was wearing a well-made black suit with the same coat over it. His temperament was distant and cold. He was very handsome, and his face was as beautiful as jade. His young master was unparalleled, today, he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his handsome face. He was young and elegant, and he also had an unfathomable and powerful aura.
