Xiang Yimo didn't respond; he rolled down the car window, lit a cigarette, furrowed his brow, and inhaled deeply. Leaning on his hand with his chin propped up, even his troubled expression looked incredibly handsome.
So much so that Wang Shan beside him was somewhat stupefied!
She was born into nobility and had seen all kinds of men, but time and again, was dazzled by Xiang Yimo.
What right did Zhong Lingling have to earn Xiang Yimo's love!
Only someone like her, Wang Shan, a woman favored by the heavens, deserved a man like Xiang Yimo.
"Cousin, you must wait here for me. If I don't see you after I change clothes, I will never bother with you again!"
Xiang Yimo exhaled a puff of smoke and nodded slightly.
Suddenly feeling very lonely.
Between him and Zhong Lingling, there suddenly loomed a mountain, causing him great sorrow.
