Yin Mingjun's gaze was fixed on the man before him; while he'd heard of him before, today was perhaps the first time he regarded Sheng Jingyi so formally—the man who'd managed to reach Ling Xi's heart. He had to admit, he admired him. As for some in the Association, they even envied him.
After all, Ling Xi was not an ordinary girl. The man who could win her over must also be out of the ordinary; but it must be said, Ling Xi's taste in men was indeed good. The man before him was not only deeply affectionate but also absolutely devoted—a rare high-quality catch.
With a soft smile and the sea breeze blowing in his face, Yin Mingjun felt refreshingly clear-headed all of a sudden. Perhaps this trip wouldn't be as troublesome as they had imagined. As he just said, anything was possible.
