C123 Young Master Han Is a Man of Mixed Blood

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out.

Lan Enhsing's footsteps stopped.

Philippe's eyes lit up. He tidied up his top clothes and walked towards her lovingly like a prince.

As he left, he began to sing in a low and elegant voice that was like a cello.

His voice was originally very pleasant to listen to, and his singing was even more wonderful. However