The man referred to as 'cousin' by Rong Jing curled his lips into a smile, the light in his eyes gentle and warm.
He moved his thin lips, a pleasant voice ringing out.
"Familiar?"
Rong Jing secretly glanced at Qin Ruan, not knowing how to reply to his cousin.
Seeing this, the man's smile deepened.
He turned towards Qin Ruan, a warm and friendly light in his eyes, fell on her.
"Madam of the Third Young Master, hello, I am Rong Menglan."
Having previously seen Qin Ruan refuse to shake hands with Lei Ning, Rong Menglan didn't actively extend his hand this time.
Qin Ruan assessed the man seated next to her.
How should I describe him? He throws off an immensely likable vibe.
Modest and respectful, he seems rather serious, yet has an underlying gentleness.
However, his captivating mandarin duck eyes are a shame, they hold a certain brilliance, as if veiled by a thin layer of chiffon, evoking a sense of hazy beauty.
