As Qi Lingfeng was being scrutinized by the person in front of him, he also quickly scanned her.
The face full of youthful freshness was natural, and while her features weren't particularly exquisite, she had a kind of inherent beauty like a lotus emerging from clear water.
Slightly squinting his eyes, a faint image of the little girl's face from eight years ago surfaced in Qi Lingfeng's mind.
Even though they only met once, that sweet smile capable of melting ice and snow left a deep impression. This was also why Su Ziyan stood out among the Su Three Sisters.
And that encounter wasn't even face-to-face. He merely saw her, but she couldn't see him.
Su Ziyan quickly regained her composure, "Oh… alright, alright."
Then she took out a note and pen from her bag, swiftly wrote a string of numbers, and handed it to him, "Sorry, sir, please take this."
