It turned out that with a change of status, a person's aura and temperament would also change.
Before, there was an evilness in his eyes and his gaze was sharp and cold. From time to time, there would be a murderous look in them and at one glance, one would feel that he was not someone to be trifled with and was wild and cold.
But now, he had one hand in his pants pocket, the other holding a glass of champagne and was chatting with the Marquis and his wife. There was a steady and reserved smile on his face and he looked a little more elegant and noble.
Xia Yanran felt like her heart was scratched by a cat.
Never before had she felt that he was so far away from herself.
She did not know if her gaze was too heated, but the man who was talking to the Marquis and his wife suddenly tilted his head and looked at her over the crowds.
Their eyes met in mid-air.