At this moment, everyone's eyes are focused on that person, and Hanmu is no exception.

It was a woman dressed in plain Arab women's clothes, with a white veil over her face and only two large, agile eyes.

The woman stood up slowly, stared at the cold son for a moment, and smiled, "I can't imagine dressing like this. You can still recognize me."

Hanmu stood up and looked at the woman. Although he was fascinated by Zixia, he could not recognize her only from her two eyes. He did not believe that the way: "You, is the beautiful Miss Zixia?"

Zixia did not look at him, but her eyes...