Seeing that Li Qiao remained quiet, He Chen suddenly reached out to lift her chin.
But before his fingertips could touch that porcelain-like skin, his wrist was seized.
He Chen maintained a poker face while looking at Li Qiao, his interest evident in his eyes. With a nimble twist of his fingers, he easily broke free from Li Qiao's grip. "Baby, are you here to fight with me? That's not gonna happen, I don't hit women."
Li Qiao stared at him expressionlessly, where did he get the confidence that he could beat her?
At that moment, He Chen's gaze still held a smile, but the depths of his eyes gradually grew dark, his laziness concealing a frivolous air, yet hidden within was an unfathomable depth.
Li Qiao didn't want to waste time with him and she knew very well that He Chen was definitely not as simple as he appeared.
She pursed her lips and cut to the chase, "I'm here to make a deal with Mr. He."
