In the guest room of the villa.
The fragrance of the tea gradually spread in the air.
"I'm here to return the favor."
The president of the bank said. He was no longer as Swift and decisive as he was during the day. His eyebrows were full of fatigue.
Lin Hanxing smiled and leaned back on the sofa, not saying a word.
On the table, under the celadon teapot, the candle was burning slowly, making the good tea boil and emit its fragrance.
It was only now that the bank President could truly take a good look at her.
The comfortable white cotton and linen silk dress was made in an ancient style, and the sleeves were even embroidered with green bamboo.
Lin Hanxing's movements were like a landscape painting, vivid and lifelike.
Her skin was as white as snow, and she was charming.
Just like the past, she could easily stir up a storm without wasting a single soldier.
But that expression ...
It was so cold that even he didn't dare to act rashly.
