"Black hair, black eyes, plays the piano well"?
What kind of feature is that?!
Couldn't you write down his name and phone number at that time?!
Scolding herself internally as a fool, Luo Xiaoqian felt the other piece of paper in her hand, just a quick instinct.
She immediately opened the note paper, only to see strong pencil strokes writing in Chinese on it.
"Xiao Qian, don't be afraid, I will come to save you..."
This was exactly the note Leng Zimo had previously entrusted Leng Zirui to give her.
Luo Xiaoqian's gaze skimmed over the first few words and then fell on the signature area at the back.
At first glance, she was utterly frustrated.
Pencil writing was already not very clear, and just now this note fell to the ground and got wet. While wiping it, she accidentally blurred the back part, and now it's completely illegible.
She walked to the edge of the terrace, facing the sunlight, looked left and right, front and back, yet still couldn't see what the characters were.
