But because the sky was getting dark, Chu Lianxin couldn't see very clearly.
"Miss Su, please." Tong Feibai bent his body, speaking respectfully.
Miss Su?
Chu Lianxin and Chen Xiang glanced at each other, both feeling a jolt in their hearts.
Could it be Su Li?
Chu Lianxin shook her head vigorously like a rattle drum, thinking there are so many people with the surname Su, how could it be Su Li? Su Li is just a poor girl!
A graceful figure stepped down from the back of the car.
Su Li was tall, her skin as white as jade, nearly glowing, as if it were made of cream, her face stunningly beautiful, and her eyes seemed to have a hint of purple light, nearly sucking people in.
A head of silky, flowing black hair gently draped over her shoulders, subtly covering her collarbone, with the ends slightly curled inward, adding a touch of playfulness.
The girl wore a pink dress, the hem spreading out like waves of the sea, adorned with flower patterns more exquisite than blooming roses.
