Qin Ruan gazed out of the car with surprised eyes, failing to imagine the genuine appearances of Hui Cheng, closing her mouth slowly.
The red mole between his eyebrows made Hui Cheng's appearance exceptionally stunning.
The expensive luxury car stopped beside him, and Hui Cheng approached.
Qin Ruan rolled down the rear window, looking at the man standing in front of the car: "Master Hui Cheng?"
Her tone was uncertain, full of suspicion.
Coldness penetrated Hui Cheng's brows and eyes, his voice indifferent: "Qin Ruan."
He was pretty sure, that woman sitting in the car was Qin Ruan, whom he had agreed to meet.
Hui Cheng exuded a ruthless and indifferent demeanor; his air of indifference did not resemble a monk but rather an executioner on the execution ground.
The Hui Cheng in real life was vastly different from the one in her imagination.
Qin Ruan dismissed her surprised look, opened the car door and invited him in.
