As Ming Yun left, Luo Qianqian furrowed her brow slightly.
His current attire was obviously quite luxurious, and his every move showed a blatant love for money.
The scent of perfume and the gleam in his eyes made her feel somewhat displeased.
Why did he come to her dressed like this? Was he showing off? The thumb jade ring on his finger seemed to be top-grade. He looked twenty-one or twenty-two, yet dressed himself up like a successful person in their thirties, one who had suddenly come into a great deal of wealth, eager to show off all their riches.
Luo Qianqian showed signs of impatience between her brows and turned to the person beside her: "You've never seen this person before, but I feel he's not like the person I know; though I've seen those eyes before."
He Wenyu clutched Luo Qianqian's arm nervously: "Don't be blind to it, you're still young, don't get involved with people like that... Who here isn't a hundred times better than him?"
