When Tong Xin met Ye Chengran for the first time, the sun was just right. Beside the floor-to-ceiling window in a golden coat in the afternoon, the man stood tall and slender. When he saw her coming in, the corner of his mouth raised a nice curve. Instantly, his handsome face became even more radiant. At that moment, Tong Xin thought of the word prince in a vulgar way.
"Can I shamelessly think that this is a compliment to me? Please rest assured, Mr. Ye, I will do my best to complete the task." She saluted him with curved eyebrows and floated towards the child Ji, her long hair flying, and the faint fragrance of shampoo swept across the tip of her nose. Ye Chengran was stunned for a moment and suddenly found it interesting.