Fortunately, the sensitive deskmate felt a moment of sorrow, but still pressed his lips together and told her, "My name is Huo Zhen."
Qin Xin: "Huo Zhen, right? Okay, got it!"
The naturally exuded aura of authority was just like saying, "Alright, from now on, you're under my protection."
After some simple chatting, the authority figure started playing on her phone again.
Huo Zhen sat beside her, at a loss, not daring to make a move.
After a while, he finally gathered the courage to ask, "Do you need anything else?"
Qin Xin didn't look up: "For example?"
Huo Zhen glanced at the simple floral ring on her finger and silently took out a small, sparkling stone from his pocket: "For you..."
Qin Xin was busy searching for a suitable fake identity on the black market, and replied casually, "No need."
Focused on her phone, she was a bit annoyed: "Ugh, there are no foreign identities today, what a hassle..."
