The plain white silk cotton shirt complemented his temperament just right, its elegance punctuated by a hint of nonchalance and detachment.
A woman in high heels approached, her smile undiminished, as her lively eyes surveyed the surroundings. She seemed extremely interested in Yu Zexiao's "that one" "Well, Xingxing, you've hidden your beauty in the golden house and didn't tell us! Hurry up and let her come out to meet the guests!"
Yu Zexiao almost sprayed out the coconut juice he had just swallowed. He coughed and frowned unhappily, glaring at her, "Ling Yinuo, are you even a woman! With that attitude, be careful you won't be able to get married!"
"Worry about yourself rather than me!" Ling Yinuo shrugged her shoulders, indifferent to his words. If she wanted to get married, she could do so in minutes. Behind her stood a bastard who had been waiting for her for more than twenty years, hopelessly devoted and even shamelessly using all means to have her.