Taking advantage of the time when Ji Haoxue turned around to get food, Jian Ai subconsciously looked up to search for Ji Haoyu.
In the past, Ji Haoyu was a god of plague in her eyes. In short, nothing good happened every time she bumped into him.
Now, Jian Ai could vaguely feel that the Ji Haoyu she saw was not the real him.
That cold and arrogant figure with murderous intent. Even if she thought about it now, she could still feel the strong pressure and magnetic field.
For some reason, Jian Ai was even more unwilling to approach this man. He was dangerous, mysterious, and unpredictable.
However, fate was indeed wonderful.
Jian Ai looked up and met Ji Haoyu's deep eyes without finding.
In the sofa area in front of her, Ji Haoyu casually placed one hand on the sofa and crossed his legs. The smile on his lips was faint, and his eyes were filled with a layer of mysterious meaning. He looked at Jian Ai with an inexplicable smile.
