Xinya Was Indeed in Danger

It was within the mansion on Mount Li.

Si Yiyan was wearing the dark-colored shirt that Wen Xinya bought for him. The obviously extremely elegant, almost poetic shirt, when worn on him at this point, instead looked like the ambiguous gray area between black and white.

Gray color combined the refined and clean white color and the glowing black. Simple yet mysterious, classy yet with a tinge of coldness, it was a thirsty and deadly color.

This was a dominating kind of color—instantly, power, strength, deadliness, and coldness was presented wonderfully on his body.

He sat on the sofa rather casually, fondling the second cuff link on his left sleeve. Unsurprisingly, the grayish-white buttons on the shirt had already been changed to a similarly grayish-white but engraved with "Rexi" in a cursive font.

Gu Yuehan's hurried steps suddenly rang in the study room. "Ninth Young Master, the Ivanov Family has sent you a gift."