Cui Changxiao of the Cui Family.
The memories in Song Ci's mind instantly came alive. She quickly remembered this noble young man she had met once and smiled, her face full of wrinkles crinkling into a bundle: "It's you, that handsome young man."
Born with beauty, a tall build, and a natural noble aura — she couldn't dare forget, even if she wanted to!
Cui Changxiao's gaze was locked with hers. Hearing her compliment out of the blue, he raised an eyebrow and laughed lightly, more modestly: "This humble appearance doesn't deserve Madam's praise."
That smile, it was like thousands of pear blossoms blooming.
Song Ci's little heart felt like it had been hit by something.
In her past life in the entertainment industry, she had seen all kinds of handsome men, but no modern pretty boy could compare to the classy gentleman before her.
The man in front of her, darn it, was a walking hormone, with every word and smile enticing women — a seasoned player indeed.
Oh, was she getting old?
