His temperament was very pure, only the pupils in his eyes were like a bright crescent moon in the night sky, that unintentional glimmer making people instinctively not dare to underestimate him.
He was holding a book in his hand; before the person arrived, his voice reached them first.
"Fourth Brother, I already said on the phone, I'm not selling the rights of this book to film. Why did you bother to come in person?"
Tiana heard this, her eyes flickered, and the heart that had already been pounding with excitement suddenly couldn't calm down.
If she hadn't heard wrong, then this young man had just called Aiden Shaw "Fourth Brother."
"You're sure you won't sell?"
He nodded, set the book he was holding down on the stone table, and moved his lips: "You should know, I never planned to let this book become a TV series. I don't want the entertainers of the showbiz to lay a finger on it."
It was clear from his tone that he was the author of To My Most Beloved You, Fourteen.
