When Su Jian heard the name Zhou Lu, her spine stiffened noticeably, and her complexion immediately changed.
Could it really be such a coincidence?
Seeing that Duan Xiaoyu hadn't returned for a while and fearing he might get into a fight, Duan Xiaoting also got out of the car.
"Brother, control your temper and talk nicely to people," the girl's voice was melodious and charming like a guqin, refreshing and delightful to the listeners.
Su Jian couldn't help but turn to look at the newcomer, who was dressed in a white coat, her skin flawless, her dark, bright eyes like the bright moon, her eyelashes long and curly, her nose round and straight, lips red and teeth white, exuding a calm and outstanding demeanor.
She looked just like the daughter of a noble family from ancient times.
Upon seeing his sister, Duan Xiaoyu's eyes instantly softened, and even his tone of voice completely changed.
