Ji Yinbing ate lunch and was about to return to her guest room to sleep when she met a refined old man halfway. It was not appropriate to call him an old man. Even though time had left a few light traces at the corners of the man's eyes, it did not make him look old. Instead, it made him look even more elegant.
The man in front of her was like a jar of aged wine buried in the ground, filled with the fragrance of aged wine.
Yan Nuo and Ji Yinbing looked at this man warily.
Han Bing's gaze lingered on Ji Yinbing's face for a long time before it landed on the man beside her. Han Bing did not find out this man's identity, but from this person's bearing and actions, it could be seen that his identity was not simple.
"Hello, we meet again." Han Bing greeted Ji Yinbing.
Again…
Ji Yinbing narrowed her eyes. Gradually, she recalled her encounter with this man.
"You are?"
