Feng Youran looked at Lan Qingruo and suddenly asked, "You don't even ask who I am, do you want to take you where you want to?"

Lan Qingruo put down the teacup and said lightly: "It doesn't matter."

“So what matters?”

“To me, nothing is important.”

"Even your safety is not important? Haven't you ever thought that I might kill you?"

Lan Qingruo smiled faintly, took a book from the bookshelf, opened it and read it directly, without answering the question Feng Youran.

Feng Youran looked at Lan Qingruo's side face and couldn't help but frown.

If Lan Qing is the coldest and most transparent man she has seen in her life.

He seemed to care about nothing, every grass, every tree, every flower, every leaf, and even he himself didn't care about it.

Such a person has nothing inside and outside his heart, and he can't tolerate anything, and he wants to tolerate nothing...

No intention, no ruthless, no desire, no demand.

Think about it, he is known as the best talent in the world. If he were not such a saint, he would not have been regarded as a true god and exiled immortal by scholars.

But it was such a person who was so perfect that Feng Youran felt unreal.
Chapter completed!