"Long Yan?"
Su Sheng looked at the lady before him, no, she could only be considered as a sister, because although she seemed to have an air of superiority and power, she was far from deserving the title of a female demon. Moreover, she did not look like someone who would already have a daughter this old.
"Yunyun, who is he?"
Pointing at Su Sheng, Long Yan also assessed the young man, wondering what merits he possessed to have captured the attention of her beloved daughter.
Noticing Su Sheng's unbranded shirt, his Chanel belt, and that his watch and leather shoes were not cheap yet the combination seemed entirely haphazard.
Most people would think his attire decent, purely because the man was a natural clothes horse, his figure lending good support.
But in her eyes, this man had no sense of fashion; regardless of wealth, no fashion sense meant no entry.
"Mom, he's just a friend of mine; don't ask too much,"
