"Your hair is still wet. Be careful not to catch a cold." Qiao Yanze didn't seem to notice her surprise and vigilance. His gaze landed on her wet hair again and he frowned slightly. "Where's the hairdryer? I'll dry it for you."
"Qiao Yanze…"
"I won't go back on my word." The man's eyes flickered. "But there are a few things I need to figure out now. When I've completely resolved my doubts, I won't disturb you."
Li Yinian's eyelashes fluttered. "What is it?"
Qiao Yanze was still obsessed with her wet hair. "Where's the hairdryer?"
Li Yinian had no choice but to point at the closet.
A minute later, Li Yinian was pressed against the chair on the dressing table by the man. The hot wind from the hairdryer blew on her face, making her dazed.
She had not expected this at all.
In front of her, Qiao Yanze had always been a young master. He did whatever he wanted and never hid his emotions. In other words, he was always honest with her.
