Qi Xingzhou rose from the sofa and crouched in front of Jiang Ning. It only took a few seconds, but Jiang Ning had completely not anticipated his movement!
Qi Xingzhou's superior appearance goes without saying. As he crouched in front of Jiang Ning, his skin was pale and cold, his eyebrows inked, his facial features profound, and his eyes, dark as the abyss, stared intently at Jiang Ning. His thin lips were pressed together, and the jawline perfect down to his neck.
At first glance, his demeanor was cold and noble, vastly different from his usual naive innocence. Even Jiang Ning was nearly fooled by his facade.
The prerequisite was, you had to ignore what he was actually saying.
Just a few days ago at the Qi Family's door, he eagerly offered to give her money, and now, after a few days without seeing each other, he was voluntarily offering to give her shares.
