The white suit he wore made him look exceptionally handsome.
His female companion wore a goose-yellow dress with many beautiful, layered laces. The shoulder featured a very avant-garde off-the-shoulder style.
What's more, one couldn't help but notice—Yuan Youya used to have long hair. But now, she sported a short haircut, very short, with the longest strands just touching her earlobes.
From a distance, she bore a passing resemblance to Hua Xiaomo. However, her features were distinct from Hua Xiaomo's. After all, they were not the same person.
"Qi Lingfeng, you're playing games with me, aren't you? Hua Xiaomo isn't in America at all. Where is she? Tell me right now," Qi Longbing said, looking at the man sitting at the dining table. He had been suppressing his emotions, his hands clenched into fists.
He didn't know what he might do next. If this person in front of him said one more thing that upset him, he might just flip the table—it was all entirely possible.
