The man sitting on the sofa exuded an air of lofty nobility, with chiseled features so handsome they could provoke screams. His broad shoulders and narrow waist wrapped in a black shirt gave off a wild allure that could make one's legs go weak.
Lu Yan's cheeks flushed with redness.
With a shy downward gaze, her voice carried a hint of softness, "Xi Jiu, brother, hello."
Xi Xiaoyun's brows lifted slightly.
That tone of speaking...
...how similar it was to Ruan Qi?
Old Master Xi had clearly noticed it too.
The smile on his face faded a touch, and his sharp eyes narrowed imperceptibly.
Xi Jiu, who was peeling an orange for Ruan Qi, paused in his movements.
He lifted his head, his cold black eyes fixed on Lu Yan.
Lu Yan hastily curled her pink lips into a soft, fluffy smile, "Xi Jiu, brother~"
Xi Jiu didn't speak.
He simply watched her with a cold gaze, a turbulent undercurrent swirling in the depths of his dark eyes.
