Yin Moran got angry?
Could it be that she misunderstood him?
Lin Qian's almond eyes twinkled as she pointed at the stack of photos, whispering softly, "Then these photos..."
It's no wonder she got the wrong idea!
He was a normal man, after all, bound to have needs.
Yet there didn't seem to be any woman linked to him romantically.
Aside from Qiao Xiya, whom he had even denied having any relationship with.
So how did he satisfy his needs?
Women's eyes were full of gossip, and Yin Moran was both amused and exasperated by it.
He stood up, striding towards Lin Qian, with a faint glimmer in his dark eyes.
"Lin Qian, do you really think I have such low tastes?" he asked.
The man's gaze was unfriendly; Lin Qian quickly shook her head, swallowing hard and backing away until she reached the corner of the room. "No, you're a perfect gentleman."
Her mind had just been playing tricks on her.
Yin Moran couldn't possibly have any peculiar fetishes.