Qin Yuan had a moment of confusion on her face, but soon, she finally noticed there was another presence in the office besides Li Yanchen.
The girl was dressed very plainly, wearing a white cartoon short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of jeans that had been washed to a lighter shade, her legs straight and long.
However, these were not the most important things; the most important was that face...
Young, beautiful... vivid, with a breathtaking radiance, especially those eyes, which were too vivid to ignore.
It was impossible to overlook her.
And herself... she was the same age as Li Yanchen, twenty-eight.
A man at twenty-eight could still be fresh like a blooming flower, while a woman of the same age no longer had the youthful vitality of a young girl, not to mention innocence.
Qin Yuan felt a lump in her throat and her complexion turned gloomy in an instant.
