"Shen Yin, if I, Lian Jing, want something, no one can refuse me." His gaze rested quietly on Shen Yin's brow.
Whether this woman was frowning or giving him a fake smile, she could easily stir up his emotions. His eyes unconsciously follow her beautiful face.
Lian Jing had no interest in romance. After so many years in business, he had seen all kinds of beautiful women. For some reason, only this woman had caught his eye.
Lian Jing attributed this abnormality to the inexplicable sense of familiarity.
He looked down at his wristwatch and frowned. From the corner of his eye, he saw a window on the third floor of the police station open. A figure flashed past.
"It's getting late. I'll take you to lunch." Lian Jing pulled open the car door and made a welcoming gesture.
