Lin Chen followed Xu Qingchuan back to the booth where a man and two women were seated.
The man was 27-28 years old, dressed in expensive clothing, and was sitting slouched on the sofa with a rather defiant expression.
Opposite the man sat two women, one looking about twenty-four or five years old, with a beautiful appearance and extraordinary temperament, clearly not an ordinary person. Next to her sat a pretty young woman, holding a glass of orange juice, glancing around with an expression of watching a show.
Lin Chen paused for a moment, stopping his footsteps, and his gaze fell on that fifteen or sixteen-year-old pretty young woman's face.
Why does she look a bit familiar?
Lin Chen's thoughts spun, and he instantly found the answer.
This pretty young woman was none other than Xue Wenrui's classmate, the girl who had been watching the fight scene with her arms crossed last time, wasn't she?
