A conversation filled with thoughts

Night fell.

Lin Hanxing stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the study. The mirror reflected her exquisite but cold face.

The wall lamp was yellow.

Three walls of the study were occupied by books, arranged neatly according to their categories. The decoration of the Black Real Leather sofa gave a strong visual impact to those who entered for the first time.

It was nine O 'clock, the time she had agreed to meet with master Yan.

Lin Hanxing, who was in the dark, was wearing a black dress, which made his skin look even whiter.

However, the frost that had condensed between his eyebrows was so thick that it could not be melted.

It was just nine O 'clock when a video call lit up on the computer. Lin Hanxing stood up and answered the call.

Master Yan's serious face appeared on the other side.

"Little Lin."