At this point, everyone's eyes in the sports venue shifted to the safety passage at the back.
In the long corridor, a dark figure blended in with the dim yellow light.
The man was wearing a silver heat mask, so his face couldn't be seen clearly. He could only see the rough outline of his body. He was very tall, with a pair of long legs and a slightly dispirited temperament. He held the phone in his fair hand, and blue light rose between his fingers, reflecting the dim yellow light.
The blue light set off the slender and white hand, like a painting scroll, deeply favored by the creator.
The figure, appearance, and details all matched!
Zhao Ming looked at Ouyang Huancheng excitedly."There's no problem! It was God li! Miss Ouyang, you're too strong with your words!"
Under such an atmosphere, Ouyang Huancheng's expression changed.
When a person said that she was the one who invited Li Shen, she felt that it was a bit of a dream and fake.
