Qin Zhao glanced at him, truly worthy of an "Emperor of Actors" title, feigning deep affection effortlessly.
Her gaze fell on his collar, and with a teasing smile, she said, "Ran into a female ghost who bewitched you again yesterday? After all, since you're going to see an important person, you should wipe that lipstick mark off your collar."
Hearing this, Xie Han finally realized.
He looked down at his collar, and there indeed was a lipstick mark.
Xie Han folded his collar over, momentarily embarrassed, "I had social engagements last night and couldn't get away."
"Do you know why you keep running into female ghosts? There are some lessons if you don't learn, heaven will let you take an even bigger fall, got it?"
Qin Zhao's cryptic tone scared him until his face turned pale.
"What does that mean? Could it be I will encounter unclean things again?"
"Want your fortune told? Pay up first."
"You charged me five million last time!"
