"Madam, why are you sighing?" Ji Yan raised his eyebrows and looked over.
Shen Hanxing looked up at Ji Yan. The man in front of her was tall and straight, with a thin waist and long legs. Just by standing there, he could give off a strong sense of oppression. No one could deny his handsomeness, and no one could ignore his strength. Ji Yan was different from the first time she met him, the thin and gloomy man who locked himself in a dark room.
