Hearing Sao Zha's voice, Mo Shu subconsciously glanced around.
As expected, after scanning the crowd, she noticed a tall figure being ushered over.
Yu Siqiao's face was cold as he walked in their direction.
Mo Shu had anticipated this and, with a slight curl of her lips, took a sip of the drink in her hand.
It had to be said that Yu Siqiao's appearance was a real eye-catcher.
Tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his legs were long and powerful, not to mention his face—with its aggressive features, it exuded a wild, untamed aura like that of a defiant leopard.
Especially those eyes. When they gazed at you, you could scarcely discern his thoughts. The most tangible feeling was unease.
Yu Siqiao had a strong presence, so much so that Gu Wenjuan, who had been looking down, also noticed him. Lifting her head and seeing him made her heart race a little faster. A joyful smile appeared on her face as she said, "Young Master Yu."
