Han Ziyan still wanted to continue pestering Han Ruochen. Since they were young, she could not watch Han Ruochen do well. When she saw that Han Ruochen was standing next to the young man, looking like she had stepped out of a painting, she could not help but feel angry. However, before she could open her mouth again, Zhai Muchen turned to look at her. He did not speak, but his gaze alone was so sharp that Han Ziyan choked.
With just one glance, Han Ziyan's hair stood on end in fright.
She pursed her lips and turned silent, no longer acting like a devil.
Once Han Ziyan stopped messing around, the corridor fell into silence, and Han Ruochen heaved a sigh of relief. She raised her head and smiled at Zhai Muchen. Even though she had been running around for the past few days, she still looked prettier than most women. The second she raised her head to smile at Zhai Muchen, the man felt his heart beat escalate; it was no different from running for a mile and coming to a stop.
