She was a young girl, and she looked to be around 15 or 16 years old. Her eyes were bright, and her teeth were white—her beauty was indescribably refreshing. Anyone who saw her would be moved by her demeanor. She would be imprinted in their minds and their bones.
However, such a girl had uncannily descended from the sky. In fact, no one had seen how she had appeared. Yet, she had ruthlessly trampled Yang Hao into the ground. They couldn't help but pity Yang Hao—was he a magnet for suffering?
'This girl… is remarkably powerful!'
Meanwhile, Ling Han hesitated for a moment before subconsciously asking, "Hu Niu?"
Apart from her, who else referred to themself as Niu?
"Ling Han!" The young girl instantly dashed over.
Peng!
She dove into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was especially tall and slender to begin with, so her method of hugging made her a head taller than Ling Han. Ling Han's head was tightly pressed into her chest.
