After a moment's thought, Nangong Jin straightened out his clothes, opened the door, and walked straight out.
"Xiaohe is here." The flamboyant man stood with his hands tucked into his pockets, both lazy and aristocratic, with a perfunctory smile always adorning his lips, one that could drown in the beauty of youth.
At the sight of Nangong Jin, Bo Chenghe's eyes immediately dimmed, despite having seen his clothes earlier, he still pretended everything was fine.
But it was undeniable; seeing him in the flesh, the sadness was still so inevitable.
Bo Chenghe fell silent, but out of politeness, he still greeted him, "Brother Jin."
Di Jinxuan was also somewhat surprised, turning her head to glance at him. He approached with his tall, distinguished posture, his peach blossom eyes glimmering attractively, and a slightly boastful expression on his face.
Ah, this saucy old man.
