After the rain cleared, the streets of Banqiao Town bustled once again, the air mingled with the fresh scent of soil.
Mu Qianfan's heart skipped a beat as he watched a tall figure weaving through the crowd ahead, a silhouette that was exactly like Fu Shiyan's in his memory.
His expression changed abruptly, and he quickened his pace to follow.
The man was highly vigilant and disappeared in a flash.
Mu Qianfan was quite frustrated, as he had never seen anyone else whose figure resembled Fu Shiyan's so closely in these past few years.
He was somewhat unwilling to give up and began to search aimlessly.
Fortune favors the bold—isn't that right? In an alley, the two men collided face to face.
Mu Qianfan's eyes resembled X-ray beams, scrutinizing Bo Leng up and down relentlessly, as if trying to see right through him.
Bo Leng frowned tightly, "What are you following me for?"
Mu Qianfan retorted sarcastically, "Then why are you following my sister?"