Yan Qianyi cradled Mu Yunlie's handsome face in her hands, "Not old at all, not one bit, just twenty-seven years old."
Although in the eyes of many twenty-year-old girls, a twenty-seven-year-old man was already old.
But her Ah Lie certainly wasn't.
Before, at the Yan Family, every time after Ah Lie's poison flared up, and she dressed him in the casual clothes she bought, he looked like a stunningly beautiful young man straight out of a comic book.
Mu Yunlie was made to laugh by Yan Qianyi.
Perhaps because he had been independent from a young age, sometimes he also felt like he was already quite old.
Especially when he saw Yan Qianyi and her group of friends together, he felt like they were just a bunch of kids.
"Right, you rushed out so hurriedly, what were you doing?" Yan Qianyi asked tentatively.
"There was suddenly something that needed to be dealt with personally," Mu Yunlie said, his gaze also watching Yan Qianyi's expression.
