Before Qiao Yusu could finish her sentence, a languid voice interrupted her.
Lin Anqiao felt her spine stiffen involuntarily at the sound. *Why is my brother here?*
She quickly turned her head and caught sight of the man slowly approaching. Song Hanjiang was wearing a black suit. A faint, inscrutable smile played across his exceptionally handsome face, and his alluring peach-blossom eyes, though seemingly gentle as water, concealed an unconscious edge of danger that made it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze for long.
Chapter 82