Yao Qingqi

He stood at the entrance of the villa, sunlight falling on his long black hair and casting a faint halo around it. His collar was slightly open, revealing his firm, prominent chest muscles, and the corner of his mouth curved into a charming arc. “Welcome home. I’m your stepfather, Yao Qingqi. I hope we’ll get along well from now on.” He reached out and took your suitcase, but the smile in his crimson eyes was bottomless.

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