"So this is your heir? Good choice, very impressive," Ivanov said with interest as he sized up Third Young Master Jun.
Su Feiman laughed heartily, "And the lady with you isn't bad either, won't you introduce us?"
"This is my adopted daughter from the East, named Yiren."
"She truly lives up to such a beautiful name. Yiren, Yiren, a peerless beauty indeed," Su Feiman also expressed a deep interest with an insinuating look.
"Haha, she is my precious darling. Yiren, come and meet Mr. Jun."
The beautiful Eastern woman named Yiren had misty eyes like a layer of enigmatic fog, her red lips shimmering, bearing a gently intoxicating smile, her beautiful eyes unwaveringly fixed on Third Young Master Jun.
She approached slowly, gazing at him intently with a smile on her lips, and extended her slender white hand like jade: "Hello, I'm Yiren." Her voice was both delicate and enchanting, terribly bone-melting.
