The "young man" in front of her looked to be under twenty, with hair a bit long, covering his brow bone.
A pair of tea-brown eyes hid beneath the tousled hair, their lids drooping softly, making him seem a bit like a girl.
Moreover, when Qin Sen had just shaken his hand, even though the contact lasted less than three seconds, that soft, boneless feeling was truly like the hand of a young lady.
But he dismissed the thought with a laugh and did not take it to heart.
After Qin Sen had smoothed things over, he stepped back behind Yu Chiyin, but noticed that the boss's glowering gaze swept over the hand that had touched Nan Ke.
He had the strange illusion that his hand was about to be chopped off.
"...???" Qin Sen was full of question marks. What was this about now?
Had he made another mistake?
Please enlighten me, President Yu.
Yu Chiyin's jaw tightened slightly, his handsome face turned to one side, and he lifted his lips as he asked, "Yang Qi, what happened?"
