Reverse scale (3)

Someone walked in with an expressionless face!

Lin Hanxing was wearing a black suit that fit her slender figure tightly. Her shirt was also black, and she looked cold. Her high heels stepped on the floor.

It made a soul-stirring sound.

Lin qianlin and Luo Minghao were stunned, and they stared at Lin Hanxing.

Tonight, she was so beautiful that it was soul-stirring!

Her seaweed-like long curly hair hung loosely behind her, making her small face look even paler. Even her eyes were slightly red!

No makeup.

But it was even more fresh in his memory than before.

Lin Hanxing's entire body seemed to be wrapped in a cloud of vicious smoke.

Once it was stained.

He was either dead or injured!

Creaking sounds came from under her feet.

It was the sound of her stepping on the vase that Shen Shu 'er had broken earlier.

It was a shocking sight.

"Aunt, how have you been?"

Lin Hanxing's words were emotionless, as if it was the calm before the storm.