"Do you really think so?" He Xing's eyebrows raised slightly, still wearing that impenetrable expression that gave nothing away, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.
The light had already turned yellow, and the cars in the neighboring lane were moving slowly, as if these one or two seconds could help him close a multimillion-dollar deal.
Xia Ning scoffed disdainfully and shifted her gaze back to He Xing.
The sunlight streamed through the glass and fell on He Xing, the high-quality wool appearing to have a halo around it, separating He Xing from the rest of the world.
If you looked closely, even the faint peach fuzz on his face was tinged with gold, his handsomeness making it hard to look away.
Xia Ning felt for the umpteenth time how good her taste was, her smile growing even sweeter: "Of course, Brother He Xing, although I don't like Fu Han, I like you, so I would never say harsh words to upset you like Fu Han does."