As soon as he began to speak, Qiao Xiaren’s expression suddenly beca subtle, filled with uncontrollable excitent and disbelief. She gazed blankly at the man, montarily unsure of how to begin speaking.
His voice was strikingly similar to Chu Yifei’s, but why did he not look like him at all?
Could it be that I’m actually still dreaming and haven’t woken up?
"You..."
"What’s wrong?" Si Limo caught up, glanced doubtfully at the man opposite, then lowered his head to look at Qiao Xiaren, taking her hand, "What’s the matter? Why are your palms so cold?"
Qiao Xiaren did not speak, just stared at the man opposite.
Looking at her unwavering gaze, as if trying to discern sothing. By this ti, Si Limo also sensed that sothing was amiss.
This man, apart from his facial appearance, his voice and height seed very much like Chu Yifei.
It’s impossible, Chu Yifei was already dead, they had all seen his body with their own eyes.
Si Limo frowned slightly, his wariness increasing. A person who is dead cannot possibly co back to life; he was worried that so people might use this to get close to Xiaren and then brew so sche to harm her.
The man seed not to feel how inappropriate or uncomfortable Qiao Xiaren’s gaze was; his face suddenly blood into a smile.
Those eyes instinctively lifted at the corners, revealing a hint of seductive allure amidst the gentleness.
"Hello, my na is Yu Qianchu."
The sunlight refracted, and Qiao Xiaren felt like everything was a dream—the noise from the crowd around, everything seed to have transford into the background.
Too similar.
He’s called Chu Yifei, and this man is called Yu Qianchu.
The mont they first t in E-fashion back then now overlapped with this scene; when Chu Yifei ca in, he looked at her with the sa gaze, as if it was love at first sight.
Qiao Xiaren’s inner turmoil suddenly dissipated, and she too managed a smile on her lips.
Whether he is the sa person doesn’t matter at all.
As long as you feel he is, then he is, and will always be by your side, that gentle man will also live on in her heart.
"Hello, my na is Qiao Xiaren."
The two shook hands, thereby making their acquaintance.
"May I ask if Mr. Yu is interested in the entertainnt industry?"
Yu Qianchu seed to think seriously for a mont, then said with a smile, "Sort of, it’s a family suggestion, and sotis I find it quite interesting."
"If Mr. Yu is interested, how about trying out at our studio?"
As soon as Qiao Xiaren said this, the people around obviously got excited.
They had also heard that Qiao Xiaren had set up a studio; getting her endorsent could possibly an a limitless future!
Why hesitate? Hurry up and agree!
Yu Qianchu seed to hesitate for a mont: "I can’t agree right now; I need to discuss it with my family. Is that okay?"
"Of course." Qiao Xiaren nodded, "My studio and I respect everyone’s wishes, you can go back and think it over, and if things get sorted out, give a call."
Qiao Xiaren casually pulled out a piece of paper from her bag, quickly wrote down a number and her na on it.
"Thank you."
He took the piece of paper from Qiao Xiaren’s hand, carefully placed it in his pocket, and after saying goodbye, he left straight away.
"Ranran." His slightly husky voice rang in her ear, Qiao Xiaren’s body softened for a mont, and she leaned completely on him, still not recovered from the scene just now.
"Limo, do you think he is Chu Yifei?"
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