"There's no need for formalities. It's your Young Master's good fortune," Feng Muqing said with a smile, giving Yu Qinglan a glance.

On the side, Jiujiu, upon seeing Qingyu, immediately took a step forward. Her eyes were almost glued to Qingyu. Su Luan held his forehead, his face full of exasperation.

How was he going to correct her fondness for beauty? Now, not only did he have to guard against handsome men but also against beautiful ...