If you have to leave, it's inevitable.
I hope you don't force me to leave you.
...
An hour later, Gu Xiran finally heard the sound of the door opening through her earphones, and her body became tense.
"Mr. Qin."
"Hm, sit..."
Accompanied by the man's magnetic voice, Gu Xiran clenched her small hands tightly...
...
Inside the private room:
Qin Jin sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, coldly scanning Song Le's figure. His dark eyes were ice-cold, full of indifference.
Song Le felt uneasy, unable to fathom the depths of Qin Jin's mind.
Men are so enigmatic, making it impossible to see through them.
"Mr. Qin, why did you call me here?"
Song Le specifically wore a rather sexy low-cut outfit today, intentionally or unintentionally leaning closer to Qin Jin, looking quite charming.
Qin Jin didn't even lift his eyelids but instead curled his lips into a cold arc.
"You leaked the rumor about Tang Bao and Qin Song yesterday, didn't you?"
