Yan Xinxin looked at the young man in front of her with surprise, her starry eyes blinking rapidly.
What a handsome man—sharp brows, starry eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips. Between his elegantly defined features, there was a trace of gentle warmth.
He was also quite tall, at least around 1.85 meters. His posture was upright, and at first glance, he carried a uniquely refined and refreshing air.
His eyes were exquisite as well—long and narrow, deeply captivating, and darkly luminous. His gaze was not as cold and aloof as Mo Chuxi's but was instead the complete opposite: warm and soft.
Yan Xinxin froze for a moment, suddenly snapping back to her senses.
Why was she suddenly thinking about that arrogant man while staring at someone else?
"Excuse me, are you here looking for Mo Chuxi?"
Yan Xinxin spoke up first.
Sheng Yehan paused slightly as he looked at Yan Xinxin, unable to resist scrutinizing her.
