Through the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass, the man in the white robe saw Qin Xin standing indoors, her hand on an apricot-colored Spirit Stone. She lightly opened her lips, admitting that the one she likes is Nalan Ye Jue.
His heart surged with emotion.
Just about to push the door open.
He saw the Spirit Stone emit an abnormal movement, and Master Jing Chen's face changed: "You lied! You don't like that man."
Nalan Ye Jue's breath tightened.
She doesn't like him?
Jing Chen seemed a bit irritated: "So after all this, you're still interested in my nephew, right? That so-called Nalan Ye Jue is just your guise?"
Nalan Ye Jue outside the door was equally slightly angry.
His wrist grasped the door handle with slight force, as if the floor-to-ceiling glass was trembling.
At the moment when both men were deeply agitated by her words, Qin Xin spoke calmly:
