C27 Song family's eldest young master song mingxiu

The young man standing at the door had a cold and sharp look in his eyes. He had an exquisite hairstyle and an exquisite suit. His expressionless face was filled with deterrence. There was a black suitcase at his feet and a pair of silver glasses that Song Qinghuan was most familiar with on the bridge of his nose.

It was Song Mingxiu's birthday this year and she had given it to him