Zhao Hongwei was not even forty years old, and Xiao Meili was in her thirties, but his face was more beautiful than any woman in the residence. Time did not seem to have left any traces on his face, and instead, he had a more mature charm.
"Miss Jiang Xi, it must have been hard on you to come all the way here. I've troubled you these days. There's nothing good in the mansion, but I hope you don't mind. " As she spoke, Xiao Meili took off a blood-red bangle from her wrist. The bangle was crystal clear and priceless. It could be considered a meeting gift for Jiang Xi.
