Qin Xin lifted the baseball cap.
Like a corner of the sun peeking through dark clouds, the entire sky seemed to be edged with gold. The receptionist was stunned by Qin Xin's jade-like beauty.
Such beauty could never be associated with the word "shabby."
She would never have imagined that beneath the cap lay such a breathtaking face.
Moreover, inexplicably, her face began to flush due to Qin Xin's words that felt both like a knock and a caution.
Qin Xin stood up and walked towards the door.
At nine in the evening, the last batch of overtime employees at Nalan Group also left, leaving only a few engineers to dismantle the exhibition robots and transport them back to the warehouse.
As she passed the elevator, Qin Xin overheard a tall and a short engineer discussing.
Short Engineer: "I always feel there's something wrong with this batch of new model robots."
