An Ling gestured towards the white bed with his chin, "Miss Ye, why don't you sit down and talk?"
Ye Qiuyi felt a bit suspicious inside and was also somewhat cautious, not daring to sit down.
Instead, she walked over to a chair beside him, sat down, and watched him from a slight distance, only then feeling a bit safer.
"Mr. An, I don't know why you called me here?"
"Eh, wasn't it you who sent me the room card?" An Ling retorted.
A trace of discomfort flashed across Ye Qiuyi's face, but she maintained her composure and said, "Mr. An, let's not beat around the bush. Just say what you have to say."
"I like your straightforward personality, Miss Ye, hehe..."
An Ling smiled slightly, bent his left arm, and rested it under his head.
This lazy posture carried a hint of wickedness, especially with his sexy chest muscles exposed from the robe, showcasing male hormones to the fullest.
