Chapter 621 Blue-Faced Disaster (2)_1

Qinghe shifted her position, settling into a comfortable seat with one leg crossed over the other, a picture-perfect image of a hooligan, "No need to beat around the bush with me, Mr. Ou. Just spit it out if you have an agenda."

Ou Qieyu, seeing her very unladylike gesture, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. He scanned the table but found no toothpick. If she had a toothpick, wouldn't she look more like a gangster, a female thug, than even the real deal himself?

So in some respects, the ruffian manner that Weisheng Yueren has adopted now might well have been influenced by her. After all, when Qinghe was in the forest, there was not even a ghost of a chance she'd act prim and proper, often with a blade of grass dangling from her mouth, leg propped up or straddling a wolf, lacking any semblance of ladylike demeanor—just like a complete female hooligan.