At this moment, Luo Qingcheng was like a star bathed in a thousand spotlights, drawing all eyes to her. She wore a light-blue knitted top, a pair of dark jeans, and white sneakers. Her jet-black hair was pinned up, complementing her stunningly beautiful face—a look that was both beautiful and spirited.
"Damn! Where did this woman come from? She's gorgeous!"
A restless murmur went through the crowd, especially the men, who were practically drooling. Chen Xiaobei was even more excited, overcome with the urge to rush forward and pull her into his arms. But he didn't dare do something so reckless; he could feel the fierce glare from her eyes even from a distance. Clearly, she hadn't forgiven him yet.
Sure enough, Luo Qingcheng didn't even glance at Chen Xiaobei. She walked straight to He Yongkun, extended a fair hand, and said, "Hello, Magistrate He."
