"Is Young Master Tan your boyfriend?" The tall girl looked at her, then at Tan Qing, a hint of disappointment in her eyes, she said awkwardly. As she shut the door, her gaze lingered on Tan Qing. Tong Xi gritted her teeth in frustration.
Tan Qing was completely confused, unable to help himself from reaching out and touching Tong Xi's forehead, only to have her slap his hand away. His chest was filled with anger, yet his expression remained calm, "Even she knows your surname is Tan, seems like you two had quite a conversation last time."
"She said she visited our company and saw me." Tan Qing explained gloomily, still at a loss as to where Tong Xi's sarcasm stemmed from. He glanced next door, "Maybe, since our company deals in clothing."
