However, Zuo Hancheng's eyes were as cold as Hanchuan's. There was no warmth in them, and there was no surprise or familiarity in them.
It was as if he was looking at a stranger or someone he had only met once at work. His expression was calm, and his thin lips were pursed slightly. There was no fluctuation in his emotions.
Anhao had never expected that Hancheng would stay here. She should have thought of it when she met Lin Qing, but she thought that Lin Qing came to T City alone on a business trip.
She lowered her eyes in a panic and took a small step back because she was only wearing a towel.
Her hair was still dripping wet, and there were still water droplets on her shoulders. She only used a towel that was not particularly big to wrap herself up, barely covering the area below her chest and above her knees. Her legs wrapped under the towel were tightly pressed together because of the moment of panic and nervousness. For a moment, she could not move in or out.
