Upon hearing the voice, the peerlessly talented young man, Lin Mo, turned his head slightly, accompanied by Yingzi.
"Oh, what are you doing here?" Lin Mo said with a faint smile, naturally remembering this female journalist, Qingzhu, whom he had met in New Russia.
"Is it really you?" Qingzhu, overwhelmed with joy and tears, hadn't expected to encounter Lin Mo here after more than half a month.
"Qingzhu, you know him?" Yuan Yuan curiously asked.
"He's the person in my photos!" Qingzhu trembled as she spoke, her beautiful eyes shimmering with bright colors.
Upon hearing her words, Yuan Yuan covered her mouth in surprise and exclaimed, "What, really?"
Hong Shengbao, however, frowned and said coldly, "Hey, you two better leave this place quickly. There are big shots above, and if you disturb them, there won't be a place for you in Jiangzhou."
