Although he had a youthful look on his face that did not match his age, one could still see the vicissitudes of life in his deep eyes. Furthermore, his mask was cold, giving off a cold feeling.
Qiao An looked at him steadily. After looking at him for a long time, she felt that his face was a spitting image of Huo Xiaoran's.
Qiao An was shocked.
She remembered. This man looked too similar to Huo Xiaoran. Other than the difference in aura, the eyebrows were almost identical.
The man roughly raised Qiao An's chin and studied her face. Finally, his deep gaze met Qiao An's pupils.
When their eyes met, Qiao An felt his powerful pressure.
This person is definitely not ordinary, Qiao An thought to herself.
"Young lady, you're not bad-looking. Unfortunately, you took the wrong path. Hand over the list. I'll make your death easier." The man's voice was cold.
