Su Xiaoli had never expected to encounter Qin Zimo at a place and time like this!
She bit her lip, instinctively stepping back, "I... "
"What about you?"
Qin Yihan narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to her, "Qin Family's eldest grandson's wife..."
As the man spoke, he snatched the items from her hands, "Actually selling these things in a bar?"
From the packaging outside the foil, he recognized them as the items she had dropped at the hotel last time.
He narrowed his eyes.
No wonder she was carrying so many that day...
Was it all for reselling?
The man pressed on step by step, while Su Xiaoli could only retreat instinctively.
Finally, she backed up to the edge of the sofa, tripped over something, and fell directly onto the sofa.
As Qin Zimo was about to press down on her, Su Xiaoli bit her lip, "I... I was just trying to make some pocket money."
"Pocket money?"
