Song Jingyi turned her head away, not wanting to listen to them boast. Just by the way he bragged, clearly he was no expert.
While everyone was complimenting Yang Jian,
their path at the intersection was blocked by a tall, slender figure.
Standing against the sunlight, the woman's tall figure was clad in camouflage attire that hung on her straight back with an air of valiance and magnificence.
Although a steel helmet covered her features, a pair of sharp eyes were exposed.
Under the sunlight, those eyes shone exceptionally bright, as if harboring gems. Their brilliance was even more captivating amidst the radiance, beautiful and enchanting like dazzling morning or evening clouds.
Yet, her gaze fixed on Yang Jian, flashing with a trace of sharpness, a subtle scrutiny and probing.
If not Gu Xiaoxi then who?
The next moment, everyone stiffened.
Song Jingyi was overjoyed!
Yang Jian's mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say.