Jiangzhou's Qin Fan?
Hearing the voice that boomed like a great bell in his ears, Zhou Yitian, who had just picked up his teacup from his seat on the red carpet, felt his hands tremble violently. The teacup clattered to the ground, and his face instantly turned pale.
At this moment, he finally recalled the youthful, delicate face on the stage. Qin Fan? Wasn't that Yuchen's classmate? The Qin family outcast he'd warned outside the villa on her birthday? It's him! How can it be him? How can it possibly be him?!
