Huang Xuan sighed lightly, and even he himself didn't know what he was sighing.

A ball of white mist appeared for no reason, covering the entire villa.

Everyone around fainted, leaving Huang Xuan looking at the lake without saying a word.

The white mist seems to have become a symbol of Yang Xingyu's appearance.

"Huang Xuan, why do you sigh?"

The sound of footsteps came. It was the first time that Yang Xingyu did not hide in the white mist and did not have a black robe.

Instead, the real face appeared in front of Huang Xuan.

Huang Xuan also wanted to know why he sighed and turned to look at Yang Xingyu.

Not surprised or doubtful, it seemed that he had known what Yang Xingyu's true face was long ago.

"Maybe I'm sorry that I'm not as good as Su Ran."
Chapter completed!