Xiang Qiuci’s entire body tensed up. She clutched her clothes tightly in front of her. Her entire back was pressed against the cold wall. She felt that Leng Jiuchen’s gaze could penetrate her entire body!
“This has nothing to do with Mr. Leng!”
Xiang Qiuci thought of Mu Siyin telling her that Leng Jiuchen might marry the president’s youngest daughter. She felt that it was ridiculous.
He already had someone else, so why did he insist on pestering her?
Why did he think that Xiang Qiuci would be his child?
Was it because of his status and power?
How ridiculous! !
Hearing this, Leng Jiuchen narrowed his eyes and slowly reached out to pinch her chin
Xiang Qiuci struggled as if she had been electrocuted. However, just as she raised her right hand, the clothes in front of her suddenly slid down. She was shocked and quickly reached out to pull up the clothes and block them. Her delicate face instantly turned red.
