Qin Xin never expected this man to act so directly and decisively, leaving no room for criticism.
She was still absorbed in surprise, but the man had already hung up the phone, interlacing his fingers on the table, leaning back slightly towards the wheelchair's backrest, and spoke lightly, "So, Miss Qin, how about the 7th next month?"
Qin Xin snapped out of it. "What day, the 7th?"
Having been viewed as a genius with a high IQ since she was little, she didn't know why she felt a bit sluggish tonight in the face of this man, as if her reactions were a beat slow.
Damn, could it be that helping with his company's robots drained her IQ?
Or was it the mint tea she drank, damaging her brain cells?
In any case, it definitely wasn't because she was enchanted by the man's handsome appearance!
Nalan Ye Jue peered deeply into her petite, pale face, answering her question, "The 7th, our engagement ceremony."
