Dressed in a tailor-made suit, his attire looked different from what he usually wore when he was with Xiao Liuliu.
Black seemed to be a color that was tailor-made for him; it set apart the strong impressions of royalty, apathy, and aggression.
The Yu Yuehan in this state was so royal, like a king. Anyone who stood in front of him would certainly have the thought of bowing down to him.
Fang Zhenyi stared at him with an obsessive look. It was only after she met his icy cold gaze that she came back to her senses in an instant and walked forward.
"Young Master Han." She moved her hand down on purpose and revealed her swollen face, her voice choked with sobs.
Yu Yuehan's gaze swept past her and landed behind her; he figured out that she came from the direction of the small courtyard. He collected his gaze lightly, and a chilling look formed in his eyes.
The light from his eyes dimmed the next second when he noticed the palmprint on her face.
