The door opened.
An Jincheng was not particularly handsome, but he looked refined. Qi City had a highly developed cosmetic surgery industry. Artificial beauties accounted for as much as ninety percent, and there were plenty of artificial handsome men, too.
Yet An Jincheng showed no signs of having gone under the knife. He was about 1.7 meters tall. If one had to describe him, his most distinctive feature was that he had no distinctive features.
As the youngest son of the An Family, the top plutocratic family of the Three Ball Group, An Jincheng had none of the air of a rich man. He looked more like the boy next door.
Although many reports had damaged his image-An Jincheng changing girlfriends and cars, An Jincheng throwing Zeus parties, An Jincheng sleeping with celebrities, An Jincheng squandering his family fortune, An Jincheng mixing with criminals, An Jincheng breaking into homes just for thrills...
One could say that An Jincheng was precisely the sort of ignorant, unaccomplished rich kid. But it really was difficult to associate that face with such behavior.
An Jincheng had opened the door. He was shirtless, wearing athletic shorts, and had been doing push-ups.
Wen Xishu had not expected this young master of the An Family to have such well-defined muscles.
"Huh? You're not from here? I've never seen you before." An Jincheng was surprised.
In fact, he had noticed it the moment someone knocked. It was not time for afternoon tea. The people here were as precise as machines. By rights, no one should have been knocking now.
Wen Xishu also noticed something: An Jincheng did not seem affected by his Necklace.
His conjecture was soon confirmed.
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