Qin Yihan furrowed his brows and lifted his head.
With one glance, he caught sight of the girl standing at the doorway.
The man's pupils contracted sharply the moment he saw her.
He narrowed his eyes, his gaze traveling up and down the girl clad in a red midriff-baring top and a white miniskirt, his eyes gradually becoming more dangerous.
Qin Yihan's gaze was too cold.
Su Xiaoli simply couldn't ignore the man's scrutiny.
As she turned her eyes, they collided with his.
Their eyes met.
In the man's eyes, there was only a cold chill.
Su Xiaoli was first startled, then embarrassment crept into the depths of her eyes.
How could she have expected that by just coming to help Tang Luoluo out of a tight spot and make some extra money on the side, she would run into people like Qin Zimo?
The girl turned her face away, not daring to meet Qin Yihan's gaze.
"Boss Wen?"
