If it were someone else staring at her face like this, she might indulge in a bit of vanity.
But not Qin Jun.
She knew Qin Jun's family background; a man from such a family wouldn't be lacking in beautiful women by his side. He had long been accustomed to all kinds of beauty and wouldn't lose focus over a pretty face.
There must be something about her face that caught his attention.
Rong Yan touched her face, not finding anything dirty.
At that moment, Qin Jun averted his gaze, picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and then put it down, pursing his lips as he spoke, "Rong…"
The person in front of him was his sister.
The sister he had been searching for twenty years.
Qin Jun really wanted to call her by name immediately and tell her everything, tell her that he was her brother, that she wasn't without family, and that she wasn't a child of some gangster and streetwalker.
