"Phew..."
Su Mo'en let out a long sigh of relief, looking at Qin Chuan, he probably wouldn't cause any more trouble now—finally resolving a big problem.
"Let's go!"
Qin Chuan's right hand was resting on Su Mo'en's shoulder, arrogantly pulling her into his arms, with a half-smoked cigarette still hanging from his lips, portraying the image of a ruffian perfectly.
Who wouldn't give a thumbs up and praise him for his professionalism?
"Hey... you... what are you doing?"
Su Mo'en struggled against him, this...
How is he taking advantage now?
Does this scoundrel really have no limits?
"Happiness, understand?"
"To go along with your act, I even went so far as to ruin my own reputation—that's what you call professional and dedicated!"
Qin Chuan said solemnly, but he greedily inhaled the faint fragrance coming from Su Mo'en. It must be said, aside from her bad temper and being somewhat petty, she wasn't unbearable.
