Having said that, Nie Xiaoxun turned and ran away as if flying.
Fang Mingzhe stood there, dumbfounded, watching Nie Xiaoxun's retreating figure with great reluctance.
After Nie Xiaoxun's figure had completely disappeared, Fang Mingzhe's rationality seemed to have returned, and he laughed at himself, "You saw that, didn't you?"
No sooner had his words fallen than a tall figure emerged from behind the artificial lake's rockery.
The woman was wearing a red dress and large sunglasses that covered half of her tiny face.
She adjusted the brim of her hat, her seductive red lips curving into a bitter and cold smile.
In her right hand, which hung by her side, several photos were crumpled out of shape.
"So, you like Nie Xiaoxun that much?" the woman asked indifferently.
