When she heard a familiar voice, Ling Sheng's heart also settled down inexplicably.
Facing that direction, An Yan was pushing the wheelchair over.
The man in the wheelchair emitted a sophisticated elegance but gave off a kind of coldness she had never seen before. He also had the vibe of a champion high up in the hierarchy looking at the panoramic view below arrogantly.
She had always felt that he was approachable and easy to talk to every time they met.
However, at that moment, the man emitted a fearsomely cold and distant feeling that seemed to warn strangers away.
"What happened?" Jun Shiyan looked at the small woman by the ship's railing.
His expansive orbs landed on her snow-white shoulders and delicate collarbones. The light in his eyes seemed to dim a little.
Why was she wearing so little?
Why was she revealing so much?
He had initially not planned to be the emcee, only the auctioneer.
