C182 That Year

"No, no, no." Han Luo repeatedly denied, "I don't know this person, I don't know him."

"How can I not know him?" Tang Qingyu's darkness revealed gloominess, "You once caused the death of her boyfriend. And weren't you friends before? "

Han Luo's eyes widened. It had been six years. It had been six years. Finally, someone mentioned this name in his ear. Lu Huai, the man she once loved