After changing clothes in just a few quick moves, Qin Yiren stood in front of the mirror and examined herself.
Because of last night's accident and lack of sleep, she looked a bit haggard and pale, so she needed some makeup to cover it up.
After spending a few more minutes getting ready, Qin Yiren appeared in front of her brother looking like her usual playful, cute self, with light in her eyes again, and she pulled him downstairs to find Bo Jinghang and get breakfast.
In the hall on the first floor of the villa.
A few unfamiliar men in suits were wandering around, holding all kinds of instruments in their hands.
Having just been frightened, Qin Yiren was very sensitive to the appearance of strangers. Her gaze unconsciously shifted to the leather shoes under their suit pants, checking to make sure there weren't any brands that seemed familiar.
"Miss Qin, Mr. Qin."
