A Gentleman's Smile

Gu Qiqi's coldness and calmness formed a stark contrast to the filthy and crazy middle-aged men behind her.

Bai Lang was stunned.

The flower pot in his hand swayed and shattered on the ground!

How did this Young Master Ye escape the crisis of being bullied by so many men alone?

It was simply incredible!

After a while.

When Gu Qiqi leisurely used a disinfectant paper to wipe her long and slender fingers, she walked past him. "Excuse me! I'm going out for a while. You can slowly watch the fun."

Her clear voice was like the sound of nature and struck Bai Lang in an instant.

Only then did Bai Lang wake up from his daze.

"Wait! Young Master Ye—"

"Young Master Bai, is anything the matter?" Gu Qiqi stretched out her hand slightly and picked up a white rose that had bloomed beautifully from the broken flower pot.

She didn't expect to bump into Bai Lang here.