Qin Yan's hand paused, and she suddenly realized that she might have misunderstood Bo Yunshen's intentions.
And Bo Yunshen.
Within a single day, Qin Yan had slapped him twice; his gaze held a chill like the cold snow of a harsh winter, cold to the touch.
He held back, thought of Qin Yinyin, and the anger in his heart subsided.
Bo Yunshen glanced sideways at Qin Yan and reached out to dial a number, his lean arm tightly holding Qin Yan's body to prevent her from causing more trouble.
"What are you doing, Bo Yunshen?"
Qin Yan remembered Xu Lin's cell phone number; her pupils constricted as she heard Bo Yunshen's voice at her ear.
"What am I doing? Doesn't Director Qin suspect me? I'm afraid you'll catch me red-handed!"
"Looking for your phone to signal your accomplices to clean up the mess!"
Qin Yan choked up, her struggles becoming weaker.