Shi Jiaojiao's body trembled, and Shi Nuan, sitting in the seat looking disheveled, was also stunned.
Even though it had been two or three days since the last encounter, she recognized this voice instantly!
It was... Song Yansheng!
Shi Nuan turned her head to look over and indeed saw a handsome man in a neat suit stepping forward with a stride like the wind.
His expression was calm, with a slight furrow in his brow, not looking at Shi Nuan but staring straight ahead.
He still appeared gentle and refined, like a clear breeze and bright moon, yet for some reason, Shi Nuan felt as if he was shrouded in a layer of icy frost, very cold.
Shi Jiaojiao turned her head and saw the person standing behind her was Song Yansheng, and her face immediately turned pale.
She opened her mouth to speak, but it was as if her throat was constricted by someone, she couldn't utter a single word.
Song Yansheng quickly approached, followed by Chi Rui behind him.
