Wang Yun was startled by his own feelings.
He, Wang Yun, was twenty-eight years old. Although not very successful at present, he still considered himself a man who'd stand tall under the heavens. Even if he lost his wealth or his life, he would never kneel before anyone without dignity.
However, a drop of cold sweat on his forehead was indeed telling him that his recent feeling was absolutely correct.
He scrutinized the woman before him very seriously. She was dressed simply but appropriately, and although not pretty—in fact, one might even consider her ugly—her skin was fair and flawless, her eyes clear and confident yet fierce. Every smile, every expression, every movement seemed casual, but they all displayed her confidence and determined dominance.
