The young man wasn't very old, looking about twenty-seven or eight, with handsome features and wearing a crisp white suit, holding a cigar between two fingers of his right hand. However, the most attention-catching was the man's face. He had a red scar on his left cheek, and Ling Chen noticed that one of the man's ears was a prosthetic.
While Ling Chen was scrutinizing him, the young man was looking at Lin Han, his lips slightly curved with a faint smile.
"Miss Lin, we meet again. How long has it been? Do you remember? Hmph! You may have forgotten, but I remember clearly, and I think about you all the time, thinking about the day we would reunite."
After hearing the man's words, Ling Chen was curious, wondering what relationship this young man had with Lin Han. While pondering, Ling Chen noticed Lin Han standing there silently. At this moment, he turned his gaze to Lin Han beside him. Now, Lin Han's face was very pale, her lips devoid of color, her eyes full of fear.
