Ning Wan's eyes reflected the handsome face of the man in front of her, and her body became rigid, even feeling a chill spreading from her feet throughout her body.
The man in front of her was none other than Xi Mohan.
Dressed in a dark gray shirt and black trousers, he stood by the door. Hearing Ning Wan's voice, his expressionless face lifted to look at her. Though confusion flickered briefly in his deep eyes, it disappeared quickly, and he merely furrowed his brows.
Ning Wan shivered suddenly and snapped back to her senses, preparing to close the door immediately.
She had no idea why Xi Mohan was here, nor if he had already remembered her.
However, just as she was about to shut the door, the man standing still suddenly reached out with a large hand, forcefully pushing the door open, and then stepped inside.
