His chiseled chest was rock hard. Ye Caitang's nose was sore from bumping into him, and her eyes could not help but turn red.
Ye Caitang looked up at the person's face in surprise. Before she could see the person's face clearly, she heard Gong Minghao exclaim in surprise.
"Mr… Mr. Qin, why… why are you here?"
Qin Tian—who thought that a gust of wind had blown past him—was also surprised.
"…"
Didn't Mr. Qin wait in the car dispassionately just now? Why was he acting so out of character?
Hearing Gong Minghao's fearful questioning, Ye Caitang saw Qin Ruohan's devilishly handsome face.
She parted her rosy lips and complained silently.
"Mr. Qin, why are you only here now?"
She glanced at the expressionless Qin Ruohan and complained silently in her heart.
For him to only come now… when everything was already over.