Nan Zhi pursed her lips together tightly as she fell into contemplation.
Qiao Yanze stopped bickering with Mu Sihan as he stretched his well-defined hand towards Nan Zhi. "I know that you're called Nan Zhi. You probably don't know my name yet. Come on, let's introduce ourselves formally. I'm Qiao Yanze."
Qiao Yanze's hand was really pretty. They looked like hands that played the piano often, and were taken care of better than most women.
He wore a jade ring on his thumb, and it was easy to tell that he was from a large family since the ring looked like a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation.
Nan Zhi was not someone who did not have manners. She still shook his hand even though this person was a little annoying. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Qiao."
