Chapitre 19: 017 How are you planning to thank your brother?

The sunlight suddenly fluttered down, casting its glow on his ethereal and extraordinarily handsome face.

Just like the Radiant Morning Star.

Ying Zijin rarelly faltered.

After a moment, her gaze drew inward, and she slightly furrowed her brows, wondering why such a comparison came to her mind.

It shouldn't have.

"Seventh... Seventh Young Master..." Lu Zhi's body was stiff as she forced a smile, "Why didn't you say you were coming in advance?"

Fu Yunshen, however, paid no attention, he lazily straightened his body, curling his lips with a smile, "What a coincidence, kid."

Ying Zijin snapped back to reality and looked up.

At that moment, the man was slightly leaning forward, with a faint scent of Jade and Agarwood spreading from his collar, intertwining with his breath in an enthralling manner.

His peach blossom eyes were deep and passionate, always gentle.

When he seriously looked at someone, he could almost drown them in his gaze.