Ji Yan said it was for Shen Hanxing, but his large palm gripped the invitation's edge tightly as if he wanted to tear it into pieces. Obviously, he did not want to show it to Shen Hanxing.
Seeing Ji Yan's words did not mean what he said and that he looked a little childish, Shen Hanxing felt that it was both cute and a little funny. Ji Yan's face was handsome, and a threatening air of nobility about him quickly gave people a sense of oppression. Such a person should be high and mighty like a god, but Shen Hanxing felt that he was incomparably cute. She could not help but stretch out her finger and lightly poke Ji Yan's cheek. The lines on his face were sharp, and there was not much soft flesh on his face. It was not bouncy enough to poke.
Ji Yan looked at Shen Hanxing. His thick eyelashes lightly fluttered twice, and he felt wronged. Shen Hanxing cleared her throat guiltily and changed the topic, "Who sent this invitation? What is it for?"
