Creak—
Yan Bei slowly pushed open the door. Shen Yaowei carried the food box and stepped into the room.
This house was the largest and most luxurious in Landlord Liu's house. When Shen Yaowei walked past the exquisite screen and into the depths of the house, a beautiful scene greeted her eyes.
A man in a red robe sat on a soft couch. His long, black hair was still wet and casually scattered behind him. His handsome god-like face was a little pale, but it still couldn't hide his elegance. Especially his light-colored peach blossom eyes, they were like mysterious and quiet gems, captivating one's soul.
The robe was loose on his body, and the collar was slightly open, revealing his chest and exquisite collarbone.
Shen Yaowei's mouth was dry as she watched. She chanted the Heart Cleansing Incantation in her heart and walked up to Huo Junhan. "Ninth Imperial Uncle, Yaoyao is here to apologize to you."
