Qin Yafu just came downstairs, was clamped down by Leng Muchen, a big hand clasped her slender arm, "Qin Yafu, how do you do? You just sent LINDA to me. Are you so generous?

"It's cold. It's a big crowd. You're not so good like that?" Qin Yahuang looked at him. Did he have a sense of propriety? This is the hotel lobby. People come and go. She doesn't want to be mistaken for a casual woman.

"Right? I never care what other people think. Do you know whose territory it is? Leng Muchen stood in the hotel lobby like this.

Qin Yafu is really helpless, even if it is...