The cold and imposing aura was unmistakable, even when dressed in a jacket worth just a few bucks.
That light golden hair gleamed like golden threads under the spring sun, far beyond any dye job Chen Tianyu could achieve.
Turning around, Xuan Ting's cold demeanor vanished instantly, and he gazed at Xu Haohao with eyes as innocent as a little dog's.
Xu Haohao was startled, "Xuan Ting?! What are you doing here?"
The figure she had vaguely seen earlier was indeed real; he was really here.
Xuan Ting's eyes were full of pleading as he stretched out his calloused hands toward her, "Can you give me some more money?"
The words "give some more money" were quickly picked up by Chen Tianyu.
