Immediately, the white door opened in front of her.
Bo Jinghang's tall figure appeared before her, his gaze falling on her as it instantly became tangible, he asked with a chuckle, "Xiaoqian, how come you're up so early today?"
Qin Yiren, with her long hair in disarray from sleep, didn't notice the strap of her little yellow duck nightdress had slipped, revealing a large area of her snow-white skin on her shoulder and neck.
"Jingxing, look!"
Enthusiastically presenting her phone to Bo Jinghang, Qin Yiren proudly showcased, "Unexpected, right? I'm still quite marketable!"
Bo Jinghang restrained his gaze from lingering on her, took the phone, and asked with a smile, "What market..."
Without finishing his sentence, he saw the chat interface on the phone.
The slightly apprehensive party was clearly Qin Yiren, and the other party was an HR from a cosmetic medical institution, the conversation between the two was very pleasant, and they had already set up an interview appointment.
