Mo Liancheng's voice, calm as water, continued, "From now on, throw away that ordinary face of yours and live as your true self."
"Yes..." Qin Ling stood there motionless, as if an acupoint had been pressed.
But it was clear that he was quite excited.
Or rather, he personally despised the identity of Qin Ling.
Living as one's true self — could it really be possible?
Qin Ling said nothing and quietly walked out.
Qu Tan'er blinked, seemingly understanding Qin Ling's feelings, "Chengcheng, he's truly become your fan."
"Admiring me is his honor."
"Uh..." Qu Tan'er was speechless.
This guy was becoming more and more narcissistic; she couldn't let him have even an inch, or else he might just run a dye house with it.
