"Ohho, my dear Yifan is here."
A very stylish lady came out of the big villa on a private island. The castle behind her was as exquisite as the clothes she was wearing. Even her wrinkles seemed to have started contributing to her delicate features. The phrase 'aged like wine' suited amazingly well to this lady.
The black SUV's door opened. The handsome man's long legs appeared first. Everyone was already enamored, but when the guy with silver hair finally hopped out of the car, he took everyone's breath away.
"JJ, you did not need to come personally," Mo Yifan went and hugged the designer, speaking a perfect English. He had met this lady just once, at a show he had done two years ago. She had left a very favorable impression on him. She was one of those people who were always upfront about their reason in approaching him.
