The phone rang a few times but was not picked up.
Su Ruowan was frowning when Jing Muchen's voice came from behind her." Why are you calling me when I'm here?"
Su Ruowan was stunned for a moment and turned around to look at him.
Jing Muchen was holding his phone with one hand and the other in his pocket as he walked towards her.
He was tall and had a good figure. He wore a white shirt and black trousers. It was simple, but he was tall and stylish. The thin and soft corners of his mouth held a faint smile. This made Su Ruowan think of a poem," The Young Master is unparalleled in this world."
Although she could tell at a glance that he did not seem to have rested well and there was a faint tiredness at the moment, that outstanding and unrestrained demeanor still made Su Ruowan's heart move and her heart softened into a mess.
She had to admit that the man in front of her could easily stir up her emotions every time he appeared.