"He might be handsome, but with a blazing 'no trespassing' sign written all over him, I'm sane enough not to go looking for trouble."
Qiao rolled her eyes and recalled Fu Jinghen in her memory, which didn't seem as terrifying as Jiang Yao described.
"Really? I don't think so."
"That's just what you think. According to the descriptions in those overbearing CEO novels, it's like—all the gentleness Fu Jinghen has is probably given to you. That day when we came back, you were moving around in the car, and I just made a comment. The way President Fu looked at me then reminded me of the unforgettable glare of the class teacher spying through the glass window at the back door of the classroom when we were in school. Wait, why are you flashing that rippling smile again?"
