The corners of her lips moved slightly as she smiled at the woman who delivered the flowers. "I don't know him." The implication being that he really had mistaken her for someone else.
As soon as Xia Qingqian finished speaking, an evil, seductive aura suddenly wrapped around her! She jerked her head toward the source of that aura, and that androgynously beautiful face was now a few inches closer. That strange sense of familiarity kept getting stronger.
"Sir, you've come to the wrong place." She frowned, asking softly.
The man pulled out the chair opposite Xia Qingqian and sat down leisurely. If no one said anything, people would really think he and Xia Qingqian were old friends meeting here for a casual meal or something.
"Hehe, Qian Qian, I'm sure I'm not in the wrong place." He gave Xia Qingqian a fawning smile, one hand stroking his chin.
