"Shang Ying, Li Jiao?" Qin Heng recognized these two girls.
In his second year of high school, he'd visited Suzhou-Hangzhou. During the trip, he met two friends he'd been chatting with online, who were none other than the two beautiful girls in front of him.
Of course, there hadn't been any intimate contact; they had only engaged in daytime activities like taking a boat trip on West Lake and strolling around Lei Feng Tower.
The tall girl with a pair of beautiful legs was Shang Ying, while the petite one was Li Jiao; both had a good impression of Qin Heng.
They were both high-achieving students from Jiangzhe University with rather high standards. Yet, in their eyes, Qin Heng was articulate, and every gesture carried an air of refinement; he was clearly not an ordinary person.
Although they had only spent two or three days with Qin Heng previously, and their interactions were limited, the impression he left was deep, prompting them to recognize him as soon as they met again.
