"Brother Sheng, have you gone mad?" Sheng Qiling screamed in shock, "Do you know who she is?"
"Of course, I do." Yan Nansheng raised his eyebrows, a teasing gleam in his eyes that seemed to hold a smile yet not quite one. He appeared... indescribably charming.
Ran Yu was momentarily stunned, then heard him say, "She is... Yanyan's good friend, right?"
Feng Yanyan, the one being referred to, pouted and puffed up her cheeks, glaring at him furiously.
Ran Yu instantly understood.
Oh, so this person in front of me is Brother Sheng, huh?
He was almost as tall as Lu Qinshou, dressed in black trousers and a pink shirt. Men usually look effeminate in pink, but not him. Perhaps it was the inherent nobility about him, for even though he was frivolous, he did not come off as sleazy or irritating. His handsome, flirtatious appearance was distinctly appealing, the type that naturally attracted women.
And sure enough, here were two women who were drawn to him...
