Almost a month has passed since Qin Zhiyou left home.
He seems to have trimmed his hair and lost a bit of weight. His already handsome face is set off by his bright red polo, with its top three buttons worn unfastened. The style is casual and reckless; it suits him. As he took the stage, a smile lingered on the corner of his lips, and his alluring eyes twinkled. With this heart-stealing appearance, he could have swept all the women off their feet.
Accepting the microphone from the host, he spoke clearly, a smile gracing his face as he surveyed the crowd: "Thank you all for coming to Hanhai to join the event. Today is the fifth anniversary of Hanhai Shopping Center..."
His voice faltered when his gaze met Lu Weixi's from the second floor. The break in his words, Lu Weixi thought, seemed deliberate—a double entendre, expressing both surprise and distaste.
