She was just like her servant

Lin Jiaojiao had no doubt that if she stood next to her cousin, she would look like her maidservant.

In fact, it wasn't just her.

None of the socialites from any of the families in Jiang city could compare to Lin Hanxing!

Lin Jiaojiao couldn't help but recall the day her cousin first returned to the Lin family.

She also stood by the window and allowed the mute to press Luo Ruyin's head against the stinky snake corpse on the bed. She was protected by her mother, but her eyes were fixed on Lin Hanxing's face.

The sunlight coated the dust in the air with a layer of gold.

Tiny bits of it lingered around her.

She had such a beautiful face, but when she was expressionless, she always gave people a cold and unfeeling feeling feeling.

"Is there something?"

Lin Hanxing said indifferently, as if he could not bear to see Lin Jiaojiao in a daze for too long.

"My aunt asked me to ask you when you're going down."