Ye Anran laughed softly at his words.
Indeed, she seemed to have worried too much earlier; she should have trusted him.
And so, she grinned gleefully, showing off two rows of white teeth.
"Hi, Master En, Madam Master En!" A crisp and sweet voice sounded from behind.
As soon as Ye Anran heard this antique-style address, an image of a pretty and sweet face appeared in her mind.
Jiang Shiyi.
When she turned her head, she indeed saw Jiang Shiyi and Huangfu Yu walk in from the outside.
Huangfu Yu, tall and handsome, coldly handsome, his deep eyes seemed to carry an intense aura of ruthlessness.
Clothed entirely in black, a gust of cold wind seemed to accompany his every movement, his oversized duster coat rippling as he walked.
And next to him was the petite and charming Jiang Shiyi. In contrast to Huangfu Yu's coldness, Jiang Shiyi's face bore a sweet and intoxicating smile, her two rows of gleaming white teeth were especially eye-catching.
