Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (189)

Wen Ruhai stood where he was and looked at Qiao Ruoxi's back. His back was already covered in cold sweat.

It couldn't be her!

Impossible, impossible. He was overthinking it.

Mu Yunli took Qiao Ruoxi back to the venue and left after saying goodbye.

After they left, Feng Yunan also left. Many people left one after another.

After the birthday banquet ended and everyone left, Wen Ke'er returned to her room and swept the cosmetics on the table.

She had miscalculated!

She had wanted to use the mastiff's savage nature to attack Qiao Ruoxi, but she had neglected the most fundamental thing.

She had forgotten who had raised the snow mastiff.

Dogs were always the most loyal and most humane. Even after many years, they would not easily forget their master.

That was why it had crawled under Qiao Ruoxi's feet at the last moment, as docile as a pug.