After sending the waiter away, Lin Qian let out a long sigh of relief.
She glanced up slightly, then suddenly realized every person in the private room was staring at her.
Those gazes were playful and meaningful.
Lin Qian felt her face flush with embarrassment as she belatedly realized just how fierce her demeanor must have seemed.
She really did seem like a shrew there.
Lin Qian's almond-shaped eyes twinkled as she sneaked a glance at the man sitting on the sofa.
The man appeared nonchalant, sipping his drink casually; his handsome face, under the glow of the light, emitted a slightly drunken blush, utterly enchanting.
No reaction?
She had chased away the server, and he had no reaction at all?
Was he mad or not?
"Lin, I never would have guessed. You always seem so gentle, but you were quite formidable when you got angry? Not bad, not bad! Your actions in fighting for your man earlier deserve some praise!"