Since she had run into him, she couldn't pretend she hadn't seen him, so Li Qianrui boldly arched her willow-leaf eyebrows and took the initiative to speak, "Uncle, what a coincidence to run into you here."
Zhou Jin silently curled up the corners of his lips with a tinge of coldness, "Zhou Zhe isn't here, no need to pretend with me."
But she insisted on pretending. Li Qianrui pouted her glossy red lips in feigned grievance and said in a soft and seductive voice, "Uncle, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
She even fluttered her eyelashes.
Zhou Jin's eyes darkened. This little vixen, he really wanted to throw her ruthlessly onto the bed.
He strode over to her.
Li Qianrui didn't move, watching him approach against the backlight. He hadn't changed much from her memory, except he was more handsome, more refined, wealthier, more mature and charming…
Well, why does time favor this scumbag so much?
