Yun Bixue frowned and immediately turned to look at that person. Although he looked like a middle-aged man, he did not feel like one at all. On the contrary, he had a very dangerous and hedonistic vibe about him.
Feeling weirded out by this strange man, she asked, "Hi, Uncle. Why are you holding my arm?" Her expression was as cold as ice. She did not care who this man was. If he did not let her go immediately, she would personally kick this man out.
As the cold aura emanated from Yun Bixue's body, the middle-aged man smiled. His whole face suddenly became more enchanting. "Yun Bixue, although I changed my looks, can't you even recognize your savior, eh?" As he said that, he even raised his eyebrows flippantly, making him look really comical.
Yun Bixue's heart jumped as she widened her eyes at the person before her. "Y-You're Wang Qianjin?" Even though he changed his appearance, she could recognize him from his voice straight away.
