"Little sister, long time no see ..."
The man's eyes fell on Lin Yan, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a faint smile.
This smile was like the collision of Ice and Fire, forming two extremes with the man himself.
Lin Yan subconsciously sized up the man in front of her.
He was dressed in a fitting, custom - made suit without a single wrinkle. The corner of the suit was tattooed with a crescent moon pattern, which was very exquisite.
His entire person exuded a cold aura that prevented strangers from approaching. The smile on his face seemed a little "unfamiliar", but there was a touch of warmth in his eyes that did not match his cold temperament.
For some reason, Lin Yan was curious about the man in front of her. However, what made her even more curious was what her sister looked like.
Soon, Lin Yan looked left and right. There was no one else around the man except her.
So, who was he calling his little sister?
