Xiao Jinghuai suddenly stepped closer, "Where are they now?"
Zhou Yunxian grinned, like an old fox who had been plotting for a long time, "Hehe, they're right behind you!"
Even Xiao Jinghuai was shocked by Zhou Yunxian's words. He turned coldly, and sure enough, he saw two men standing behind him, both dressed in ancient-style clothing, one in black and one in white, like a pair of sinister spirits.
Xiao Jinghuai had to admit that these two men were not some messy rabble; on the contrary, they had great potential.
Feng Yichen sized up the "legendary" Xiao Jinghuai before him, the man who was constantly on Song Song's mind, even calling his name repeatedly when unconscious as if he were her pain reliever—
He had always wanted to meet him, and now he finally got his wish, but found there was nothing particularly special about him.
His build was similar to Bai Jiayin's, but his eyes were much more fierce, particularly with ill intent.
