"Hmm, I and Yueyue are going to live here, and I may stay in Fengyun City for a while this time!" Mo Jiuli said, looking at the young man in front of her.
The man was dressed in purple, with delicate and perfect facial features like a painting. His eyes were as pitch-dark as ink, and it was impossible to see the depth in one glance. His thin lips were lined with attractive lines, and his handsome face was enough to make everyone in the world feel inferior.
He had a slender figure and seemed to be surrounded by darkness, as if the most beautiful things in the world had gathered on his body.
This man was none other than the Building Owner of the Ninth Floor, Leng Mingye.
Leng Mingye, male, 28 years old! Three years ago, Mo Jiuli accidentally saved his dying self. After Mo Jiuli had completely healed his injuries, she let him go.
