C212 A Soft Sword

Lee Yun swatted Wan Qingfei's hand aside with a dismissive glance and silently strode out of the room. He had no business mingling with a woman whose past was shrouded in mystery; he wasn't that bored with life. Besides, Wan Qingfei's true appearance and age remained an enigma.

"Handsome boy, why are you leaving?" Wan Qingfei's voice, laced with amusement, trailed after him