Qin Qingnan was sitting on the living room sofa, casually sipping a glass of red wine by himself.
As a man, during work hours he donned a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses, saving people's lives as the so-called white-clad angel, but after work, he'd change into a floral shirt, and with that careless expression, he turned into a complete playboy, the very image of a wealthy, spoiled young master.
His lazy, peach blossom eyes glanced over, and when he saw the bag in Zhan Moxiao's hand, he abruptly sat up straight, his eyes filled with astonished light, "Rushing out in the middle of the night to buy sanitary pads for your little wife, this doesn't seem like your style at all, Master Xiao, hahaha, so out of character."
Zhan Moxiao was already embarrassed about doing this task, and now with Qin Qingnan teasing him, his face turned even gloomier, his tone was not pleasant, "What are you doing here?"
