Luo Xiaoqian cried out in alarm and frantically pulled down her flipped-up T-shirt, looking behind her.
She saw that the stairwell door behind her was half-open, and behind the crack, a tall man wearing large dark sunglasses was smiling at her.
Realizing that the man was not Leng Zimo, the tiny heart that Luo Xiaoqian had felt leap to her throat finally fell back into place.
She felt she recognized the man's face, but at that moment, Luo Xiaoqian simply had no inclination to ponder his identity.
"Shameless!"
With that curse thrown out, she hurried downstairs without noticing that the photograph in her pocket had fallen out.
Jiao Yang smiled, took a step into the stairwell, and noticing the reflection on the step, he stopped in confusion, bent down, and his slender fingers picked up the photograph from the ground. He poked his head towards the stairs and called out.
"Miss..."
"You're the miss, your whole family are misses!"
