After all these years, could he have finally noticed her presence?
Though secretly delighted, Li Mengjun remained cautious, "I... Mengjun wouldn't dare, you possess such divine grace, how could Mengjun ever presume to covet you!"
"So you mean to say, you don't like me?"
At this moment, Li Mengjun kept her head bowed, unaware of the increasingly cold expression on An Bingfeng's face.
"No... Mengjun doesn't dislike you, Mengjun..."
Upon hearing this, Li Mengjun instinctively retorted, disregarding her shyness and directly raised her head.
Her cheeks were flushed; although she was already in her thirties, she still retained a girlish demeanor, with skin smooth and delicate, showing no signs of aging.
Compared to the almost thirty-year-old Yan Shi, Yan Shi seemed even older than her.
But, regardless of what she looked like, in An Bingfeng's eyes and heart, it made no difference.
