"Then just pretend... you've never met me, can't you?" Xia Xiaonuan said helplessly.
"It's easy for you to say." Situ Yan glared at her and said coldly.
Xia Xiaonuan: "..."
"You don't have to leave, I'll go." Situ Yan glanced at the pajamas in her hand, looked at her deeply, and said.
After speaking, he stood up and walked away.
Xia Xiaonuan's hand holding the pajamas tightened slightly.
******
In the study.
Han Sun stood in front of the desk, looking at the cold and handsome man sitting in front of him.
Situ Yan was wearing a shirt, half open at the chest, with a touch of casualness and wildness, but his dark pupils remained as cold and gloomy as ever.
He held a cigarette, the smoke had already filled the entire study, and the air was full of choking smoke.
This man, held in high regard, revered like a god by everyone here.
No one ever dared to defy him, countless women yearned for his favor every day.
