Fierce Battle
That woman was tall and strikingly beautiful.
Her eyes were deep and captivating, her nose high, her features exquisitely delicate, and her skin fair.
Her lovely hair was tied in a high ponytail, bound with an orange headscarf. She looked valiant and capable.
Orange dominated her outfit: a cropped orange-and-black glossy leather vest over white clothes, giving her an utterly cool appearance.
"Beautiful woman... what is it?" Ren Xiang swallowed.
It was not that he lacked backbone. The woman before his eyes was simply breathtaking.
He had never seen such a beautiful woman before.
It was no exaggeration to say that she left Zhang Lulu ten streets behind.
"Who were you cursing just now?" Ran Xincheng saw him sizing her up. What had been a small fire was now a full blaze.
"Huh? No one. You must have misunderstood. I was on the phone."
"I know. Calling someone bastard and animal with every other breath—you really aren't afraid of death." Ran Xincheng spoke flatly.
This immediately put Ren Xiang on guard.
The person he had cursed on the phone just now had been Shen Wuxiao, hadn't it?
If she said that, then she knew Shen Wuxiao.
Ren Xiang no longer looked at her with appreciation for a beautiful woman. Instead, his gaze became guarded.
"You know Shen Wuxiao?" He put away his phone, and even his tone changed.
"Do I need to explain myself to you?" Ran Xincheng was equally wary of him.
"Heh!" Ren Xiang frowned. "So that's how it is. Looks like you're another brainless woman whose soul Shen Wuxiao has hooked."
"I really can't figure it out. What's so good about him that so many people would rush forward one after another for him?"
Ran Xincheng had never had a mild temper.
Hearing that, she