The terrace.
Xun Rangchu stared at Zhu Qingjia unblinkingly, his gaze as if he had a thousand words to say but couldn't bring himself to speak.
Ever since he was taken by surprise in the elevator by Zhu Qingjia last time, every time Xun Rangchu saw her, he still felt uncomfortable.
Fortunately, his physical condition was good enough; otherwise, that smack from Zhu Qingjia could have destroyed his happiness for the rest of his life.
"Spill it if you have something to say, I'm damn busy here," Zhu Qingjia burst out first, unable to hold back.
Xun Rangchu had a pair of peach-blossom eyes, making him look quite charming. Yet, his demeanor was aloof and he was a man of few words, which added to his cool and celibate aura.
His gold-rimmed glasses matched him well, and even though she had seen countless handsome young men, his face still caught the eye.
Zhu Qingjia remembered the intense battle that night all over again.
