t. Originally, I planned to have dinner with you. Would it be okay if I bring you some late-night snacks instead" Nuaner asked with a smile as she glanced at the special desk calendar and named the re...058 The Soft-hearted Clan Hall (3)

The surprised gazes of everyone turned into a uniform body language, all landing on her chest. Her warm cheeks flushed red; she was not used to such direct looks from others.

She recalled when she first wore the evening gown out of the dressing room, Ye Feimo's gaze also flickered with amazement. She only realized in the mirror that she had transformed into a completely different person. Putting on this evening gown and styling her hair like this turned her from a Cinderella into a swan.

"Feimo..." Tang Shuwen came over to greet him. He was a handsome and elegant man, dressed in a white suit, resembling a prince charming from a fairy tale.

Ye Feimo nodded at him. When Tang Shuwen failed to recognize her, Warmheart couldn’t help but call out, "Brother Shuwen..."

Tang Shuwen was taken aback again. That voice

He looked at Warmheart more carefully and his gaze froze, "Warmheart"

Warmheart smiled sweetly. Tang Shuwen was usually calm and composed, but now he couldn’t hide his surprise. He simply couldn’t associate her with Ye Feimo; they were clearly from different worlds.

He had initially thought she was an unknown actress yet to make her debut, and somewhat resembled someone who had been taken under Ye Feimo's wing. He never expected it to be Nuannuan.

"Nuannuan, why are you here" Tang Shuwen asked in surprise.

Warming smiled innocently, like a little white rabbit, "Big Brother Shuwen, I know nothing. Please look at my honest and trustworthy face."

Tang Shuwen, "... "

Ye Feimo, "......"

Damn, this stupid girl, where is she honest and reliable He always sees her as cunning and sly.

"You know her" Ye Feimo looks at Tang Shuwen.

"Mandi's good friend."had an air of malice about him, intent on finding who had taken it.Everywhere he traveled in the world was documented in that sketchbook without any backup copies. To White Willow, this meant everythi...