Zhao Qin stared at Long Chen, only to feel a tingling numbness on her scalp.
This young man was truly terrifying to the utmost degree.
She felt as if she stood before him, stripped bare, her soul completely seen through.
"You... close your eyes, don't look at me."
Zhao Qin couldn't help but say it loud, her cheeks flushed with color.
Long Chen chuckled lightly and said, "Even if I don't look at you, I can still deduce your past."
"Why do you know so much?"
Zhao Qin clasped her hands tightly.
"Do you admit, then, that what I've deduced is entirely correct?"
Long Chen asked with a smile.
"Ah, no, no, you've got it all wrong, utterly wrong. I haven't done anything to comfort myself."
Zhao Qin immediately said.
"Well, Miss, please feel free to do as you wish, and don't block my view of the scenery."
Long Chen said with a light smile.
"I mentioned before, I would treat you to a meal, let's go."
Zhao Qin said softly.
