young master cyril

"you, you, you ... who are you?"

luo chenxin's heart was about to jump out of her throat.

she had just confirmed that the door was locked. where did this person come from?

moreover, from what he had just said ... could it be that he already knew that she had drugged lu wenjun?

"who am i? good question!" the man chuckled and slowly turned to the side.

a handsome face was exposed under the sunlight.

the young man's facial features were well-defined and exquisite, like a piece of art carefully carved by god. the most attractive thing was his pair of ice-blue eyes, which looked mysterious and cold.

he was wearing a very retro suit, and just by standing there quietly, he had the noble temperament of a medieval prince.

luo chenxin was shocked by his unexpected handsomeness at first. she was stunned for a few seconds before she realized that the man looked very familiar.

however, after thinking for a while, she could not remember where she had seen him.