The Yan Corporation's charity night would be held tonight.
In the moonlight villa, from his closet, Xi Ting took out an exquisite-looking paper bag. There was no logo on it, but the fade lines on the paper bag were holographic, changing colors and reflecting the light as the angle of view changed.
With such an exquisite exterior, the item in the bag would not be ordinary.
"This dress has been prepared for you for tonight's event," Xi Ting said to Qin Yan.
Qin Yan did not think that Xi Ting would be so meticulous and thoughtful. She herself had forgotten about needing a dress suitable for tonight's event.
Gleefully taking the bag in her hands, Qin Yan stood on her tiptoes and pecked him on his chin. "This is to reward you."
Even after Qin Yan had walked out of the door, Xi Ting kept touching his chin, grinning stupidly.
Carrying the bag, Qin Yan thought about what had just happened and touched her lips unconsciously.
