This...
Barely counts as good news?
Qin Yiren helplessly put down her phone and quietly observed the men who were about four years her senior.
Even after excluding the kids and the men with potbellies, there were still dozens of age-appropriate men, almost all of whom had faces that were easily forgettable, with no sense of familiarity whatsoever.
Biting her lip lightly with a splitting headache, Qin Yiren foolishly stood in the hall for a moment, surveying all the passing men.
Just as she planned to check the second and third floors and then look for the hot springs at the back, someone tapped her shoulder from behind and curiously asked, "Sister Xiaoqian, what are you doing here?"
Qin Yiren turned around to see the Romantic Young Master handing her a juice, and he continued to ask worriedly, "You don't look well. Are you tired?"
Looking for a needle in a haystack among dozens of strangers is indeed a hard task.
