Such a Young Master, he has rarely seen before. Deep as a pool, the icy eyes are calm and cold, with two clusters of cold flames jumping madly from the depths of the endless darkness.
Does the Young Master's feelings for Xia Qingqian really increase rather than diminish?
"Next time if I see you fainting without reason again, bear the consequences yourself." His cold aura was chilling, and Xia Qingqian lightly lifted her eyes, quickly lowering her gaze when she met his harsh eyes.
The Young Master speaks with a magical influence, completely entering her ears.
"..." Xia Qingqian doesn't know what she should say next, her eyes fixed on Beitang Yao's long legs.
"Immediately eliminate Zhenyu from your mind, remember your identity at this moment!" Beitang Yao tossed Ye Feng's phone onto Xia Qingqian's lap, then turned around and walked away coldly.
