To Leng Yanfeng, this tone of voice was very familiar. It was just like three years ago. He slightly raised his chin, his cold eyes bypassing everyone before finally landing on the girl’s delicate features.
The three years had stripped the girl of her raw, tender immaturity; she has transformed into an elegant beauty.
Besides, he never dreamt that the woman he called a servant so many years ago was the respectable Ghost Doctor whom everyone feared, and that good-for-nothing was the Master of the Ghost Doctor!
Leng Yanfeng’s eyes clouded at this thought. His expressions were complicated. "Gu Ruoyun, I never imagined that you would be acquainted with the Ghost Doctor."
