Master Wang: We Don't Need You to Cook

Dressed in black, Qiao Nian slowly walked out of the sanatorium with one hand in her pocket.

Ye Wangchuan was leaning against the car on the side.

He didn't fly his red-flagged car today. He switched to an SUV. The model was big and handsome. The car's wild metal frame glowed silver under the lights.

It was quite eye-catching.

But none of them were as eye-catching as the man leaning against the SUV.

Ye Wangchuan was wearing a black shirt today. The collar of the shirt was open, revealing a beautiful collarbone. It was as white as jade, and there was a seductive aura to it.

Qiao Nian stopped in her tracks and raised an eyebrow when she saw him. Her dark eyes looked in his direction.

However, she only took a deep look and quickly retracted her gaze. As if nothing had happened, she casually continued walking in his direction.

"Gu San didn't come?"

Ye Wangchuan looked up and noticed that Qiao Nian had come out.