Startled for a few seconds, she belatedly closed her eyes, let out a piercing scream with an "ah," and blindly ran out.
Hearing the familiar voice, Qin Shaojin turned his head and saw Wen Nuan shoot towards the door like a small cannonball, "Co back!"
Whose voice is that?
Wen Nuan burst out of the restroom, stopped, and hesitated, but still didn’t turn back!
She felt as though life had suddenly turned pitch black, how could she have entered the wrong restroom!
Suddenly, in her view, a pair of shiny black n’s leather shoes appeared!
Going up from the shoes were two straight legs tucked into tailored trousers, apparently taller than one ter.
Long legs!
Further up, there was a half-fastened belt.
Could it be the uncle she glimpsed earlier?
Soon enough, recognizing the reflective LV buckle, Wen Nuan snapped back to reality.
Looking up, her gaze drifted over the man’s black suit, white shirt, and finally settled on his handso yet icy cold face.
Wen Nuan froze completely, a chill running down her back!
How could it be Qin Shaojin?
She closed and opened her eyes; viewed him again from top to bottom, and bottom to top - it was still Qin Shaojin!
Qin Shaojin stood there, his pure black suit exquisitely tailored and crisp, almost rging with the fierce aura emanating from him.
From Wen Nuan’s upward viewpoint, she could only see the tight curve of his jawline, and she nearly fell apart inside!
Life really is full of unexpected encounters!
She must be fated to clash with this Qin icon; the first ti she ever mistook a bathroom, she ran into him.
Couldn’t he...couldn’t he pretend he didn’t see? Doesn’t he know how to act, does he not understand embarrassnt?
Qin Shaojin looked down, at Wen Nuan whose petite figure barely reached his chest.
Fair skin, delicate features, a pair of big eyes blankly staring at him, igniting a strong desire to bully her rcilessly.
"They say ’big breasts, no brains’, but you, you don’t have big breasts, and neither do you seem to have any brains."
"You!" Wen Nuan was about to say what a coincidence, but her words got stuck in her throat as she stared angrily at Qin Shaojin.
Seeing her looking like she wanted to bite soone, Qin Shaojin’s handso brows creased. He was about to speak when he caught sight of a group of people coming this way.
"Here, they’re here!"
Almost instantly, Qin Shaojin grabbed Wen Nuan’s wrist and pulled her behind him, "Stick close to !"
The next second, he kicked at the two n charging at him from the front, sending them flying.
Startled, Wen Nuan couldn’t recover her wits and just stood there, watching as Qin Shaojin knocked down several people. It was only then she reacted, quickly taking a few steps to clutch the back of his suit, hiding behind him, cautiously peeking out to see what was happening on the other side. What’s going on?
Why did a fight suddenly break out, and why was it so fierce!
Just as Qin Shaojin was about to make a move, a force suddenly held him back. In that mont, he got kicked, taking several hits, and his handso brows furrowed, "Wangzi, cousin, let go of , don’t clutch my suit!"
"Oh!"
Wen Nuan hurriedly let go, glancing at Qin Shaojin, who was clearly making excuses because he was losing the fight. Well, at such a critical mont, she decided not to hold it against him.
Would it be too much to leave him here all by himself?
Thinking of how he bullied her, she instantly felt it’s not too much at all!
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