Lin Wanyue wore a long purple dress, her long hair spread over her shoulders. She walked gracefully beside Mu Sihan with a charming smile on her lips, giving occasional glances at the powerful man beside her.
Nan Zhi looked at the hesitant gaze Lin Wanyue was giving Mu Sihan, and she felt a stifling feeling in her heart.
"Young Master Mu? That man in the black shirt is Young Master Mu?" An Xiaolin, who was standing not far away, asked the colleague beside her with a face of disbelief.
Shouldn't Young Master Mu be a middle-aged man with a big stomach?
How could he be so young and handsome? The most important thing was the dominating aura emanating from his body, he was a shining point of arrogance wherever he stood.
An Xiaolin was the school belle in school and many boys pursued her, but they were all young lads who had not been out in the society.
