At this precise moment, Qi Yue was bewitched, obediently drawing closer to Zhao Xiyan, eagerly awaiting the important matter he had to discuss.
She was completely unaware that the handsome corners of Zhao Xiyan's lips were tilting upwards even more in a place she could not see.
His deep, pool-like black eyes briefly skimmed over her noticeably thinner face, finally resting on her delicate, translucent ear, almost as if they wanted to stick to it.
Even his speaking pace was slower than usual, every word seemingly weighed and considered before being uttered.
"Yueyue, be careful around Mr. Qian; he's not as honest as he seems!"
Qi Yue didn't expect that, after standing foolishly for so long, all Zhao Xiyan had to say was this?
Just this?
She could've said such words directly; was she afraid the dog would hear?
Day by day, as she dealt with Qian Faliang, did she really see him as honest?
She looked at Zhao Xiyan with suspicion.
