Qin Ruan is the most memorable beauty that Rong Jing has ever met in all these years.
Under her elongated, jet-black eyebrows, a pair of enchanting eyes nested, enticingly charming but pure.
Her cool demeanor was so captivating, this kind of beauty came with thorns.
"So it is you!" Rong Jing involuntarily grinned.
However, upon thinking about his father's circumstances and his recent scandalous entanglement with Han Kexin, his smile faded.
Rong Changting noticed his son recognized the beautiful girl outside the car. His reaction was indifferent.
A father knows his son best, and he was well aware of his son's flirtatious tendencies.
He was rather displeased seeing Qin Ruan approach at this time.
He even started to prejudge, thinking she was just another girl hopelessly entangled with his son.
Qin Ruan noticed Rong Changting's displeasure, and although her face still carried a smile, it didn't reach her eyes.
Rong Jing asked, "What are you doing here?"
