Tang Yaoyao looked down and saw his five fingers, which were like unpolished jade, long and white, with very delicate skin, except for a callus on the middle joint of his index finger.

These marks are likely from holding a fountain pen for a long time.

For some reason, seeing these hands suddenly evoked a strange feeling within me.

Especially these hands, probably the most perfect hands she had ever seen on a man, more beautiful than a woman's hands, yet with the distinct bone structure that a man should have.

In a daze, images of her past life flashed through her mind, showing the countless times her benefactor reached out his hand to her.

It was exactly the same as the hand of the man in front of her.

She swallowed softly, and the man straightened up. Their eyes met, and when she saw his face, her heart skipped a beat.

He looked exactly like his benefactor from his previous life.

This man can be described as having an ethereal and otherworldly beauty.

His features were exquisite, especially his eyes, which resembled peach blossoms, but were even narrower and longer at the corners. His pupils were as black as stars, and his face was as fair as jade. His lips were neither too thin nor too thick, and his features were very well-defined.

His skin was very fair, like that of a noble young man untouched by worldly dust.

Standing beside the old lady, he did not give off the awkward feeling of associating with her. Instead, he exuded a gentle and refined air, with a gentle and elegant demeanor, and a touch of dignity.

Her heart was pounding, as if she had fallen into a dream, and she stared at him intently.

My gaze fell on the beauty mark under his left eye, and I was completely bewildered.

Excited, yet at a loss.

The sunglasses concealed all her emotions.

He spoke, his voice as gentle as everyone else's: "Don't worry, old lady, I'll help you."

She stared at the handsome man for a long while, her heart pounding, and immediately said aggrievedly, "Sir, she bumped into me, really."

"good."

After saying that, he turned and left.

A group of people were left bewildered.

Tang Yaoyao watched his retreating figure, her eyes stinging with tears. She suddenly felt a pang of heartache, knowing they were about to part again.

When the old lady saw that her phone had been taken away, she didn't care about anything else and stood up to chase after him, shouting, "Don't run away, give me back my phone! Give it back to me!"

Everyone: "???"

Didn't you say your legs hurt so much you couldn't stand up?

How did you get up this time?

After running about five or six meters, the man stopped and handed her his phone.

The passersby's expressions changed: "Is this really a staged accident? You're an old lady, why aren't you at home? You're taking advantage of your age to bully a young girl. It's really hateful."

"Fortunately, this gentleman saw through your plan."

"It's really disgusting. I was just feeling so sorry for her."

"We misunderstood this little girl."

"We're sorry, little girl, we apologize to you."

No one expected that, in just a few minutes, their status would undergo a dramatic change.

Seeing that she had failed, the old lady turned to run away, but Huo Linfeng grabbed her shoulder: "The police are coming. Tell them what's wrong."

At this moment, his bodyguards also arrested the man who had been cursing and looking fierce at the beginning.

Everyone suddenly realized that the man and the old woman were together.

At this moment, the man walked towards her, his voice gentle: "I apologize if I offended you earlier."

After saying that, he turned and left.

When Tang Yaoyao heard his voice, it was as if she had traveled a thousand years to hear the voice of her benefactor again.

She panicked: "Sir, wait a moment."