After Qing Yan fell into Qiao Yanze's arms, she wanted to get up. She did not expect him to grab her chin and thought that she was Cen Xi.
However…
What did he mean?
Cen Xi despised him because he was not the young master of the Qiao family?
A trace of doubt appeared on Qing Yan's cold and exquisite face. Suddenly, seeming to have thought of something, she pushed Qiao Yanze away and stood up from his arms.
Taking the bag holding her groceries, she scooped a bag of seawater from the seashore.
Splash! She threw the cold seawater at the drunk Qiao Yanze.
Qiao Yanze wiped the water on his face and closed his eyes, a trace of menace flashing past his handsome face. "Cen Xi, what are you doing…"
Before Qiao Yanze finished speaking, he frowned when he saw that the woman standing in front of him was Qing Yan and not Cen Xi. "Qing Yan?"
