The man had changed out of his previously luxurious traditional Chinese dress into the simplest black suit.
Yet his light golden cropped hair and distinctive features still made him the most dazzling presence.
Smiling faintly, his gaze was as gentle as the spring breeze in March, Matchlessly noble.
Gu Qiang was stunned for a moment.
Not just because of his appearance, but also because his eyes and eyebrows resembled those of her elder brother so much.
"Yu'er, you've come back."
Zhao Lang nodded slightly, "Yes, just got back."
He was about to push open the door of the study in front of him, but Gu Qiang didn't want him to leave so soon, so she teasingly reminded him from behind, "You child, how come you've forgotten your manners after going abroad? You didn't even call me aunt."
Zhao Lang turned around slowly, still smiling in his eyes, but the words that came out were far from gentle.