Staring at the woman in front of her, her skin was delicate and fair, her features exquisite, her black hair coiled up on top of her head, draped in a black coat that gave her a single impression—stylish.
This was not the soft beauty typical of women, but a clean and neat kind of stylish beauty.
Qin Yixuan abruptly pulled Chen Nan into the private room and closed the door. "How did you get here? Don't tell me you are that person."
Chen Nan plopped down on the sofa, shook his hand wearing a ring, and asked, "Huo Feng?"
"It really is you."
Seeing the golden ring on Chen Nan's hand, Qin Yixuan felt a bit shocked.
Sitting down, she picked up a bottle of red wine from the coffee table, poured two glasses, and said, "I thought the new Crown Prince would be a middle-aged uncle, but it turns out to be you, this little brat."
Chen Nan glared, "Little my ass, you're not much older than me. Besides, is that how you talk to a leader?"
