"Che, Lil Xi… Come here." When Ruan Mengmeng was around, Li Yaoyang's expression was not as stern as usual, and his tone when he spoke to his two sons was gentler too.
"This is Mengmeng. From now on, she'll be your sister."
Li Yaoyang introduced Ruan Mengmeng to his third son and his youngest son.
As he spoke, the pretty boy and the little kid with the dark expression both turned their eyes to her.
"Nice to meet you." Ruan Mengmeng nodded at them, but she tsk-tsked to herself inwardly.
She was stunned at how ridiculously good-looking these brothers were.
Lu Junche was the pretty type, with feminine and beautiful features, but when those clear bright eyes looked at her through the wisps of hair falling across his forehead, his gaze somehow had a mysterious air of nobility that she could not ignore.
He was just like a noble boy in an oil portrait from the Middle Ages — tall, slender, elegant, and beautiful.
