Another one, an unrivaled beauty.
The newcomer, clad in a beige overcoat with a high-collared black sweater underneath, black trousers, and leather shoes, exuded meticulousness and precision. His face was a perfect match for dark tones, cold as frost.
The man had a rugged profile, thin lips, and an ascetic appearance, yet paradoxically possessed a pair of inward-curved double eyelids, which made his bright, pure black eyes stand out.
He was a man whose profile resembled a devil's, but his full face was angelic.
Qi Runrun had been staring at him for a while before clearing her throat, "And you are?"
He approached, "I am a relative of Su Qinghou."
Su Qinghou turned to glance at him, "You still dare to come."
Ignoring him, the man pulled out his ID from his wallet and placed it on the table, "I am Su Lihua, Su Qinghou's uncle."
Such a young uncle.
