One hand casually rested on the car window, with long fingers holding a lit cigarette.
The face of Qing Jue, cold and aloof, remained expressionless, and his deep, dark eyes were slightly narrowed, appearing mysterious under the thin smoke.
Under the man's icy gaze, Jin Jumo swallowed dryly.
Ying Jingyao also clearly saw the man in the car, his lips pursed and eyes flashed with surprise.
The man in the car, he naturally recognized.
But, because he recognized him, it was all the more surprising.
Just when Jin Jumo was racking her brain on how to quickly "dismiss" Ying Jingyao, she caught sight of the man in the car opening the door and stepping out.
Jin Jumo held her breath, eyes wide open, staring blankly at the person.
At this moment, Rong Mochen didn't look at her, his sculpted features were cold and handsome enough to take one's breath away.
Then, what came next left Jin Jumo completely stunned.
"Young Master Ying, a pleasure to meet you."
