The man was wearing the white cotton attire of a beauty salon, the material accentuating his pale, transparent skin.
His hair was cut just right, combed into that unique 70-30 split hairstyle typical of Korean drama leads.
Even more deadly was the fact that his looks were the brooding type, his long, narrow eyes and brows as if veiled with a layer of autumn mist, carrying with them a faint presence that invoked sympathy.
Wen Jiaojiao wanted to scream.
After more than twenty years, she had finally laid eyes on her ideal man!
She shyly stood up and tossed her hair.
"Hey handsome, who are you?"
Jiang Li felt compelled to stand up and cruelly pat Wen Jiaojiao on the shoulder.
"Jiaojiao, this is my second uncle."
Wen Jiaojiao: ???!!!
"No way." She began to doubt life again, "Are you telling me this oxygen-waste of a hunk and the beggary guy from just before are the same person?!"
Jiang Mingyu was about to fall apart.
