Yang Mengshan furrowed her brows and could not help but look up at this man carefully.
His facial features were exquisite, his skin was tanned, his eyebrows were long, his lips were thin, and his eyes were dark and deep.
He was a calm and handsome man.
In particular, the black Armani suit wrapped around his tall and slender body, making him look even more heroic.
Although one of his legs was crippled, it did not seem to affect his temperament and boldness.
Had she seen this man before?
Why did he have a feeling of deja vu?
However, she was sure that she had never seen this man before.
She would never forget such an outstanding, handsome, and unique (crippled) man if she had seen him.
"Miss, what's wrong?" The man was already close to her, and there was a faint scent of Cologne on him.
At that moment, yang Mengshan's heart skipped a beat. The alluring scent made her feel dizzy.
Subconsciously, she was a step too late and stared at him.
