Right ahead.
On the little path outside the basketball court.
A dark figure was approaching from afar.
His cool white skin gleamed under the sunlight, his eyes and eyebrows were exquisite, his facial features were delicate without a single flaw, his temperament was akin to water, snow, and pine — pure and crisp. He was someone who, at just one glance, would evoke a profound sense of enlightenment and regret. Regret that in this lifetime, there would never be any intersection with him.
Shi Tingbai was startled.
A bit unexpected.
Qin Jiacheng looked at him perplexed: "You know him?"
Shi Tingbai moved in that direction, answering lightly: "Yeah. Brother-in-law."
Qin Jiacheng's eyes widened: "Your brother-in-law isn't Luo Tingfeng?"
However, the person in front didn't want to bother about him anymore.
"What are you doing here?"
