Qin Yan didn't continue speaking. She caught sight of a man in a suit striding towards them.
He was wearing an expensive tailor-made suit, which had been pressed meticulously. His features were deep and gentle, giving off a strong aura. He was noble and elegant, but one would falter at the sight of him.
There were too many people walking around the mall. They turned their heads discreetly and gave a hurried glance, but nobody stopped. Even admiring that man seemed to be a luxury.
Qiao Qing shook her head. This man was indeed one of a kind. But he did arrive rather quickly.
Qin Yan strode towards the man, "Why are you here?"
Xi Ting lowered his head to gaze at Qin Yan's beautiful face, which was vastly different from the dominant and aloof girl on his screen earlier on.
Raising his hand, his warm palm landed on top of her head. "Are you hurt?"
