The Tyrant's Beloved Baby

Yun Xi patted Great White's head, and she stood up, raising her eyes to glance at Jiang Chenghuan.

She really couldn't understand his style of fashion.

He was always dressed in flashy, gaudy clothing that was even more ostentatious than a woman's.

A normal man wouldn't dress in this way. However, he looked even better than male models on a runway. She didn't know how he did it. It was incredible!

This chameleon's camouflage skills were superb.

Yun Xi looked at him for a while, then, as if implying sympathy for an illness, she sighed slightly.

"Young Master Jiang, sometimes I think that your life isn't as easy as it seems."

"Little Yun Xi, what do you mean by this?" Jiang Chenghuan adjusted his flashy coat and smiled at her mischievously.

"It's nothing. It's just that seeing you wear a mask every day to deal with so many people who roll their eyes at you seems so mentally exhausting."