Such high praise…
Surprised by Lombardi's words, Nian Xiaomu was about to ask him what kind of person Yu Fan was. At the same moment, Yu Yuehan, who had been gone for a long time, was finally back.
He had removed the white shirt.
His coat was still draped over his seat in the restaurant. Now, he was only wearing a thin black shirt.
From white to black.
The cold and distant aura on him was even stronger now. The black color made him appear more domineering and alluring.
He walked briskly back to the dining table and sat down unhurriedly.
"What are you talking about?"
He glanced over at Nian Xiaomu, who was acting exceptionally obedient. Wondering what could be up with her, he spoke out first.
Nian Xiaomu had thought that he would be fuming. If he did not give her a beating, he would surely start a cold war with her.
