This was the first encounter between the old and the young, and the atmosphere was unexpectedly warm and lively.
Yan Xiaye was a step slow getting out of the car, and stared dumbfounded at the scene before her.
She looked up, exchanging a knowing glance with the strikingly handsome man. In that moment their eyes met, both held a gentle, faint smile.
After that glance, Yan Xiaye's anxiety from the morning settled, and the corners of her crimson lips unconsciously curled up slightly.
She knew sharing a room with Li Beicheng last night could lead to misunderstandings. She was prepared to explain to the man, even speculating in her complex emotions whether he purposely didn't answer her calls because of last night.
Fortunately, all that was just her unnecessary worries. Not to mention, refusing calls was too petty, which didn't suit the cool and elegant man. Most importantly, how could Li Yuntang seriously be jealous for her?
