Mo Zhixuan stood for a while, then pinched off the cigarette butt and drove away directly.
Zhao Yiling stood on the balcony of the second floor, watching the car speeding away until it disappeared at the end of the road.
She was still immersed in the other party's powerful aura, unable to extricate herself.
In this world, there are people whom, even from afar, can captivate your heart with just their silhouette.
She knew almost everything about all the young elites in Capital City.
Apart from Li Hanjiang, she could not think of anyone else with such immense wealth and power.
But, it was clear that the person was not Li Hanjiang.
Moreover, her instincts told her that this was a man even more distinguished than Li Hanjiang.
Just the noble and dominating presence exuding from him was enough to outshine Li Hanjiang by several streets.
Who on earth could that be?
Zhao Yiling bit her lip tightly, pondering.
