Mu Yunchu felt a noticeable gaze, turned her head slightly, and just happened to see Wen Xu looking at her.
On his handsome face, the angled eyebrows flew diagonally into his temples, below which were a pair of narrow, long eyes like pink blossoms, cold and distant.
He stood there, his posture tall, the collar of his white shirt slightly open, and the simple attire made him look like someone you'd see in a customized outfit at a gala.
Their eyes inadvertently met in the air, and the sound of old engines around seemed to quiet down significantly.
Wen Xu's eyes darkened slightly, and he was the first to look away, finding a nearby seat to sit down.
By rights, Wen Xu knew Mu Yunchu.
But the latter did not know him.
Meeting in this remote place thousands of miles away from Qinghe City made him wonder about the reason for her appearance here as well.
Because of Mu Yunchu's movements, Li Shang also noticed Wen Xu's presence.
Exclamations sounded in the ears of the former.
