บท 462: 457, the first lady of China, please keep a low profile (12) Sangeng

Ye Junwan was no ordinary person; seeing Tang Qiyun's demeanor and hearing him mention a "first-class merit," she knew he was no ordinary man.

Moreover, where would an ordinary person have such an imposing manner?

The likes of Tang Qihang, the third young master of Shen City, were nothing compared to Tang Qiyun. They were worlds apart.

Having spent so much time out and about, Ye Junwan naturally had such discerning eyes.

Thinking that this was the man she had first rejected and looked down upon, she pursed her lips slightly, especially since he had not even glanced at her just now.

From the beginning to the end, he treated her as if she were invisible. Ye Junwan's hand tightened subtly, feeling indignant for the first time, with even more mixed feelings in her heart.

"Aren't you most aware? Rustic commoner." Playing with the medal, Ye Shaohua didn't look at Ye Junwan and went straight back.