Beth was all smiles as she began, "Sister Chi Huan..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she was caught off guard to see that the person opening the door was a man. Her smile froze, and her voice abruptly stopped, her gaze landing on him.
Growing up in America, she was used to Western men's tall stature and had generally looked down on men from her home country.
Mo Shiqian stood before her, tall but not thin, and particularly upright and imposing. He wore a pair of black trousers and a dark green knitted sweater.
The simple attire couldn't be considered disheveled, but there was an indescribable languidness, especially under the black hair, his handsome face possessed an ineffable dark sensuality.
But his eyes were cold, utterly indifferent, looking at her as if she were something distasteful.
With a slight tug at his thin lips, the man asked, "What do you want?"
"Isn't Sister Chi Huan here?"
