Jiang Qiran was wearing a simple and restrained suit, with a white shirt vaguely visible and a pair of pure black trousers underneath.
Such a dress could be seen everywhere in the hall. However, when it was worn on this man’s body, it gave off a feeling that it was impossible to shift one’s gaze away.
His eyebrows were very high, and his lips were thin. His beautifully shaped lips looked very suitable for kissing, but even so, this youth tightly pursed his lips, giving off an exceptionally cold first impression.
Ye Linlang suddenly remembered the first time she saw Jiang Qiran.
That day, in the alley, she and Jiang Miaomiao were surrounded by a bunch of thugs.
It was Jiang Qiran who descended from the sky and saved her and Jiang Miaomiao.
That one look, it was as if it was a lifetime.
..
Ye Linlang sighed bitterly.
She suddenly felt that her luck was too good and too bad.
