Just as Qin Mo was about to rein in his attention, there was a noticeable change in the youngster's eyes.
Such a pleasant surprise could not fool anyone. It looked as though there were fireworks exploding in his eyes.
He looked like he was in high spirits amid his handsomeness.
He watched the youngster take a step forward and help the person up.
As such, the figure of Xue Yaoyao popped into his view.
"I'm sorry. Something happened on the way."
Xue Yaoyao's hair was messy. Someone had deliberately tried to stop her while she was walking forward.
That middle-aged woman was quite an oddity; having insisted on preaching before she allowed her to leave.
Xue Yaoyao was in a hurry and was even short of breath. She totally didn't realize there was a scratch on her face.
It looked like a nail scratch.
With one hand in her trouser pocket, Fu Jiu touched her face with the other hand.
