Su Xingyu also wondered how things turned out this way. She was born as a young lady of a wealthy family, loved by so many relatives. How did she end up in such a sorry state step by step? That fire destroyed her face and also shattered many hopes in her heart. It was as if the heavens just waved their hand lightly, and her life turned upside down.
She didn't know what to say, just quietly holding Xia Ling, the two girls supporting each other.
Xia Ling cried for a while.
Suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance of the bar.
It seemed that the security at the door was blocking someone: "Sir, this place has been reserved today, please don't go any further, just..."
The words were suddenly cut off.
Su Xingyu looked up to see several people walking quickly from the entrance, led by a man in a white shirt and black suit, tall in stature, with features as sharp as if sculpted from ice.
He walked to the side of the two girls hugging each other and looked down at them.
