Two years ago, the mere fifteen-year-old scion of the Lin family, in front of the colossal behemoth that is the Murong clan, made a vow! Two years later, no one knows what he has gone through, but from the moment of his return, he radiates a brilliance that seems to compete with heaven and earth! (Note: The protagonist of this book is very aloof, cold, and passionate. Those who like to read about a military king's ambiguous romances and flirts, please bypass this one.)
However, Zhou Yitao quickly got over it, as he could clearly see a hint of displeasure in Cheng Miaohan's eyes!
What did that mean? It meant that Cheng Miaohan did not like the guy in front of her, she even disliked him somewhat.
"Is this the Lin Mo you mentioned?"
Yang Miaomiao also sized up Lin Mo and showed a face full of disdain, indeed judging him as a poor nobody.
She thought to herself, compared to Lin Mo, her family background and wealth were many times greater. Although Lin Mo's outfit might have cost a few thousand, compared to hers, he looked like a country bumpkin.
"Why are you here?" Cheng Miaohan stared straight at Lin Mo. Despite feeling somewhat helpless about Lin Mo's sudden appearance, she still asked.
"Your dad asked me to come over. He called you, but your phone was off. He was worried about your safety since you are a girl out alone, so he asked me to come keep you company. Also, he told you to come home early!" Lin Mo explained blandly.