The young man took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face with distinct edges and corners.
Under her soft black hair, her narrow eyes were dark and sharp. Her thin lips were pursed tightly, and the coldness and arrogance that came with her body could not be ignored.
He stepped down from the motorcycle.
As he moved closer to Wen Ruan, the surroundings became silent.
Huo Hannian's facial features were tense, and his eyes were covered with a layer of malicious frost. He was so cold that it made people tremble.
Wen Ruan's long eyelashes fluttered slightly as she looked at the young man who had an overwhelming aura the moment he arrived.
"Huo Hannian, you…"
Before Wen Ruan could finish her sentence, the young man scolded her coldly,"Shut up!"
Huo Hannian's handsome and tough face was expressionless. His dark and cold eyes swept across Wen Yin's mother and relatives, as well as the aggressive reporters.
