Su Yixia stopped just over a meter away from the BMW, finally maintaining the restraint of a young girl and halting her footsteps.
Her heart was thumping wildly.
Was the man in front of her the legendary Mr. Xiao?
His silhouette was as tall and straight as a tree, exuding a sense of absolute security that made her let her imagination run wild. She remembered what Lin Yishan had said:
"My uncle, who goes to the gym every day, has several packs of abs, really tempting."
Tall and handsome.
His features were coveted by the modeling world in Paris.
Perfect, handsome, wealthy, the son of the richest man—wasn't he the ideal prince charming from Su Yixia's dreams, a real-life version of Prince Charming?
"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao—" Every word Su Yixia uttered seemed as if it had been finely carved between her teeth, grinded for a long time because she was too excited.
