Jing Xi soon saw the "friend" that Shangguan ning had been talking about.
He must have rushed here in a hurry. He was not wearing a riding suit, but a black-and-white checkered casual suit. Even in a hurry, it did not look messy. His short hair was clean and neat, and his eyes were clear. As he walked towards her, he showed the heroic bearing and bearing of a noble son from an aristocratic family.
"Hello, I'm ji moxuan!"
Ji moxuan reached out his hand to Jing Xi. The smile on his face was just right. It was neither too ostentatious nor cold.
"You're Jing Xi? It's an honor to meet you!"
Jing Xi looked at Ji moxuan's handsome smile but did not shake his hand.
As she grew older and learned about the difference between men and women, she rarely touched the skin of boys.
Lou Ziling, who had barged into her life, was the only exception.
