Among all the beautiful and famous artistes, Bai Murong was especially good-looking.
Xia Ling looked at his sharp face. After not seeing him for a long time, he still had phoenix eyes, thin lips, and a faint smile. Any random standing position looked like he was posing for a famous photographer. He looked impeccable.
No wonder he was the prince in the dreams of thousands of fans.
That attractive prince walked towards Xia Ling. "Aren't you going to smile after seeing me? Xiao Ling, you're still the same. You're still cold and have not changed at all."
Xia Ling said, "I sell art, not smiles."
