As the crunch settled, there was a very nice and light voice, which came slowly from not far away: "Who said there were no witnesses?"

The tone of the voice is not high, but it is clear enough to pass into everyone's ears.

The sound of that voice was exceptionally clear, with a hint of cold, but with a hint of gorgeousness.

I haven't seen anyone, only listen to the sound, but it has made people feel like they are in a dream.

A group of people stayed here for so long, and they didn't notice that there was someone beside them. The moment they heard the voice, everyone responded surprisingly in unison. They all froze in unison, and then turned their heads in unison. Looking at the source.

About five meters away, in front of a tree, a figure standing alone, a simple dress in black pants and white shirt.

His face was unclear because he was against the light; but standing alone was enough to stun him.

The lake was silent for about a minute, and Qin Yinan took the lead in recovering his spirit, politely saying, "Hello, sir."

The response to Qin Nan was a silence.

The manager of the Beijing City Club also followed the opening: "Sir, what do you mean by that?"

Still no one answered.

His response made everyone wonder if he couldn't help but have just spoken.

"Is that just what you said?"

"Excuse me, who are you?"

One after another, some people couldn't help asking aloud.

But the man just kept a fixed posture, standing quietly against the tree trunk, as if everyone's words had nothing to do with him.

Tang Nuan didn't push Song Qingchun into the water, but she couldn't justify herself. The sentence that this man just came out is undoubtedly a timely medicine and a straw for the helpless Song Qingchun.

She saw that he hadn't spoken all the time, and she couldn't help but also spoke, asking: "Does what you just said mean that you are witnesses?"

I don’t know if it’s Song Qingchun’s illusion, although she couldn’t see his face clearly, but her instinct told her that the moment she spoke, he seemed to raise his eyes and looked at her.

Song Qingchun stared at the shadow for a while, seeing that he didn’t mean to speak, and he said a little indifferently: "If you are really a witness, can you please ask me to testify?"

It was still quiet.

Just when everyone thought that the man wouldn't speak at all, he suddenly stood upright. At this time, everyone could see clearly that he was tall and probably about one meter nine.

He walked slowly with his long legs and towards the lake.

As he approached, there was light shining on his face, so everyone could see clearly his appearance, cold eyebrows, pale lips, perfect contours... such a handsome and hopeless face, lining The environment around him was like a fantasy, suffocating amazingly.

"Su... Su Zhinian?" Not to mention that Qin Yinan and Su Zhinian were at the same level. He once lived with the Song family for a year. Although the two people didn't meet much, and he hadn't seen them in a few years, he recognized it. Got him.

Some of the people present were former alumni of Qin Yinan and Su Zhinian. They had already seen Su Zhinian. Even others who had not seen Su Zhinian heard about him.

Su Zhinian.

It turned out that this person was Su Zhinian, Su Zhinian who created countless myths in the business world.