Silence erupted in the car.
This was the first time Cheng Anya came so close into contact with Third Young Master Ye after seven years. This man had very delicate features. Some people looked very beautiful from afar.
But upon closer look, they did not stand out.
Third Young Master Ye belonged to the type whose evilness was so breathtakingly delicate and every inch of his facial features seemed like it was sculpted.
Alright!
She had to admit that she was obsessed with appearance, and all along, she had no resistibility to beauty.
It was a waste that he had such a delicate appearance, yet gloomy personality. If only he was like her son, smiling courteously and loved by all.
When she was alone, her thoughts were like a heavenly steed, soaring across the skies, and she liked to ponder over many things. Sitting beside Ye Chen, she felt stressed and nervous.
After all, this man had a one-night stand with her.
