Chen Shucheng proactively walked over: "Can I help with anything?"
The man, freshly showered, was wearing soft loungewear. Under the light, he looked fresh and gentle, a few degrees more like the boy-next-door than the aloof celebrity he was during the day.
Rong Xianning discreetly furrowed his brows. Since getting off the plane, Chen Shucheng had been obviously trying to get close to Shen You'an, and at this moment, his gaze was clearly fixated on Shen You'an; even a fool could see his intentions.
Shen You'an lifted her eyes to look at him, her brows slightly raised.
The girl sitting quietly under the lamp had features as finely drawn as a painting, her eyes flowing with a beauty that truly made the heart itch.
"Can you help me calculate this account?"
Shen You'an pushed the ledger in front of him.
