Chapter 42 So Everything is Fake
- Qin Muchen was sitting there lazily; his elegant posture and unique aura made it seem picturesque.
- There was a cigarette in between his slender fingers. Separated by the circling smoke, Su Ziyue could not make out his face momentarily.
- Her gaze then turned to the man standing at the side and her voice was almost trembling. “Mr. Nan? What did you address him as?”