C492 My Lady Is Unmerciful

"Ah Qing."

"Hmm?" Shaoqing glanced at Ye Lansheng and saw that his face was ashen. He turned his head and pointed to the paper in front of him.

On the drawing paper, a handsome young master with a elegant hand fan was sitting on a stool and his legs were resting on the armrest. The corner of his mouth held a trace of a charming smile, and the corner of his eyes slightly curled up