"How could it be her?" Zhang Xiaoliang was astonished, his sinister gaze not only locked onto Lu Huan but also fixed on the girl wearing a baseball cap.
Previously, nobody paid attention to Afang—partly because she wore a cap, partly because her oversized red sunglasses covered half of her face, and she was dressed in a boy's T-shirt. Even now, as she stood face-to-face with them, Manman relied more on instinct to identify her. Yet, as long as that instinct was right, it was enough.
"Manman."
Her wrist was suddenly gripped by a hand from beside her husband, forcing Manman to stop herself from stepping forward. A glance to the side revealed Yao Zibao—his face full of restraint as well. At this moment, not knowing who might be surrounding Afang, it was clear that approaching her could only bring her danger, especially if she was being watched.
Afang's appearance here seemed to have caught everyone by surprise. Including Zhang Xiaoliang.
