The three of them arrived outside the hot pot restaurant. Zhao Mengke still gazed at the place where Qian Feishun had left and exclaimed, "Clearly he's so ugly and so old, why do I suddenly find him incredibly handsome?"
Qin Hao waved his hand, "Because he has the aura of a Grandmaster."
"I need his contact information."
Zhao Mengke blinked her eyes, full of mischief.
"Get lost!"
Qin Hao laughed as he leaned in and wrapped his arms around the waists of the two beauties, laughing heartily.
...
Qian Jinhua felt very sad.
Incredibly, incredibly sad.
Since childhood, she was naturally active, more mischievous and impulsive than boys.
This was the first time in twenty-one years that her father had confined her.
Her room, less than twenty square meters, was her current activity range.
