Her long hair fluttered, and her pretty face, so exquisite it stunned everyone, was full of excitement and surprise.
"Afei, is it you?"
This face is recognized by everyone in Asia, regardless of gender or age.
It holds the classical beauty of an ancient lady, gentle and serene, like the moon.
Of course, this person is the Asian Queen of Heaven, Xu Zhiqing.
The moment Xu Zhiqing appeared, she immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Many people who were sitting and drinking coffee stood up, eager to catch a glimpse of Xu Zhiqing's beauty.
Yang Fei coughed, stood up, and waved to Xu Zhiqing.
"Miss Zhiching, I'm here."
Xu Zhiqing lifted her dress and rushed over like a whirlwind.
Her beautiful big eyes suddenly welled up with sparkling tears.
"Brother Fei, you are indeed here."
Sister Lan immediately sensed that the situation was not right.
If Xu Zhiqing's loss of composure was spread online, it would surely cause a huge commotion.
