The path to the Antique House nestled in the ravine was only one or two hundred meters long, but at the moment, Qian Xiaohui's thoughts fluttered aimlessly and felt incredibly protracted.
She looked at the youth beside her, whose facial contours were sharply defined, and with a slight furrow of her brows, a contemplative expression appeared between her eyebrows.
Lin Tian...
Among the many top young masters of Bin City, she had never heard of him!
Bai Xiaoshuai, at his level, was only a bottom-tier noble son in Bin City, but the Shen Junlou before her, he was one of the top ten noblemen, so why was he so respectful and fearful of him? What exactly was his identity?
While Qian Xiaohui was lost in her wild conjectures, Shen Junlou happened to catch up.
"Young Master Shen!"
Qian Xiaohui didn't dare to be as casual with Shen Junlou as she was with Lin Tian. Snapping out of her daze, she promptly greeted Shen Junlou.
