C1395 Your Hands Are Indeed Beautiful

"What? Her name isn't Yan Lan? Then who's Diwu Qinglan?"

Sima Zhengming stared at Yan Lan, his expression one of utter astonishment.

Yan Lan remained stoic, silent for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, a slight smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she let out a soft chuckle.

"Hehehe..."

Her smile grew increasingly distorted, her laughter louder