Yang Fan was about to speak when a voice called out from the other side, "Huihui, Yang Fan, is that you?"
The two of them looked over and saw Qiao Anran holding a glass of wine, walking over with a surprised look on her face, and beside her was a beauty who almost made Yang Fan fall flat on his butt.
That's right, he looked several times and still didn't get it wrong—the beauty was indeed Ling Qingwu.
Damn, the ever-changing Goddess, looking good in anything she wears. Now she's in a slightly conservative evening dress, elegant and dignified, cool and enchanting.
From the fairy-like martial arts training attire to the motorbike girl's uniform, and now to the evening dress that captivated Yang Fan, he was very curious—very, very curious—what on earth does this woman do?
"It's actually you; life really is a situation of meeting everywhere," Qiao Anran was about to introduce, but Ling Qingwu spoke up first.
