He just glanced at Han Wanwan lightly and respectfully said, "Hello, Miss Han."
Uh.
Han Wanwan stood there, her jet-black eyes shining like black grapes, darting back and forth between the two of them. Why did she feel like she had traveled back to ancient times...
Entering the castle, the first sight was an incredibly luxurious hall. Complex crystal chandeliers hung from the domed ceiling, and the high walls cast dark shadows on the soft carpet. Han Wanwan walked forward step by step, treading softly on the carpet.
This doesn't feel real...
An elderly man with white hair sat upright in the middle of a leather sofa. No matter how tightly he knitted his brows, Han Wanwan could still see the hidden amusement in his expression.
Before she could go forward to greet him, the old man slammed his cane on the ground, but striking the carpet didn't make much noise. "You still remember to come back!"
