Han Yong'an narrowed his eyes, staring at the quiet woman standing not far away with her gaze lowered.
He couldn't deny it: she was a beauty.
Red lips and white teeth, both seductive and pure, and on her person a kind of temperament tempered by the years.
If he had seen a beauty like this before, he shouldn't have forgotten.
Han Yong'an's eyes ran up and down Gu Jin, his expression first puzzled, then his face shifted to caution.
He remembered!
"This minister is terrified!"
Because of Han Yong'an's words, Wanqi Yanghong's bent body dipped even lower.
He looked extremely fearful, yet his voice remained calm and unruffled.
Han Yong'an withdrew his gaze, the jade-green thumb ring on his hand turning faster and faster.
He slowly lowered his eyes, quietly hiding the darkness and viciousness in their depths.
