The incoming are not kind, and the kind do not come.
As soon as this group of people rushed over, Qin Hao knew that there was definitely no good news.
He stood quietly in the middle, his gaze calm as he watched the person walking towards him.
This person was elegant, well-dressed, and had a gentle demeanor, a perfect gentleman if not for the hint of a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.
However, at this moment, this person's eyes blazed with a desire to devour Qin Hao alive. He strode directly in front of Qin Hao and immediately questioned, "Are you Qin Hao?"
Qin Hao nodded, his expression indifferent.
The man's face changed, and he snorted coldly, "Hmph! Do you know who I am?"
Qin Hao slightly curled his lips with an amused smile and responded, "Hehe, not interested to know."
The man shot Qin Hao a frosty glare, then turned sharply, waving his hand. The crowd parted again, and Luo Jingwei walked over with her head down, silently positioning herself behind him.
