Xiao Yao's eyes flashed coldly as he stood in front of Leng Changrui, blocking Miao Jinglan's lovesick gaze. He said coldly to Miao Jinglan, "Miss Miao, Old Wu is calling you!" However, in his heart, he lamented that no matter where his senior brother went, he could always attract butterflies.
Miao Jinglan was fervently and obsessively watching the man of her dreams—a man ardently sought by countless women, yet mysterious, noble, and handsome. She was one of the infatuated ones.
She had thought that with her status, she might only ever see him in newspapers or on television. She had never imagined she'd have the chance to meet him in person.
As a result, she lost herself in staring at this cold and beautiful man.
However, her view was abruptly blocked by someone. Just as she was about to lose her temper, she was jolted awake by Xiao Yao's cold, clear voice.
