Lu Xingshen had never wronged himself.
But for Shi Nuan, he willingly stood in line with the crowd.
He was tall and handsome, dressed elegantly, and looked exceptionally refined.
Amid ordinary people, he seemed like a figure walking out of a painting.
Many girls peeked at him, envying the girl who would marry him.
Having such a handsome husband, one would wake up laughing even in their dreams.
Lu Xingshen stood there, calm and composed, when his phone suddenly rang. It was his agent calling him, and he answered, "What's up?"
On the other end, the voice was formal, "Dean Lu, the woman you asked me to find, I have identified who she is. Her identity information and photos are packaged and sent to your email."
"Alright, got it."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Xingshen squinted slightly, feeling somewhat affected.
The woman who had slept with him was finally found.
He looked at the current scene, and unexpectedly felt a bit nervous.
