Ran Xiangsi immediately knew that this person probably knew her well, or at least was familiar with her.
However, no matter how long she thought about it, she couldn't recall who this person could be.
"Are we very familiar?" Her tone was quite ordinary; Ran Xiangsi didn't quite like the way this person talked.
Or perhaps, she and Xing Chen were actually similar.
Towards the people they liked and those they didn't, their attitudes were completely different.
The boundary between like and dislike was clearly defined.
The man with the black knight mask was none other than Fu Jingxuan.
Faced with Ran Xiangsi's indifferent attitude, his heart suddenly stiffened.
Just earlier, he stood among the crowd watching the girl he admired appear like a queen, and his heart leaped with joy...
He couldn't help but walk over, wanting to talk to her, wanting to invite her to dance.
But he hadn't expected her tone to be so distant.
