Chen Xu only then noticed that Yang Jinxia looked very different from before today. Her hair was pinned up, adding a touch of maturity and grace. Her face bore a delicate makeup, and amidst the astonishment, there was an unusual sense of oppression.
At this moment, she matched the impression she had left him with the first time they met.
As she lifted the teapot lid, a faint mist rose. Suddenly, her gaze swept over him, as if brushing against the tip of his heart, a tingling sensation spreading rapidly.
He brought the cup to his lips, pretending to drink tea, to avoid losing his composure on the spot.
To be honest, he had not actively sought her out this past month, firstly because he genuinely believed that learning new knowledge was more important. Chasing women wasn't as important as making money, right?
On the other hand, he also felt that her scheming was too deep, and he kept his distance subconsciously.
