The room was filled with luxurious clothes, and the air was silent.
Ning Qing's eyelids twitched, and an inexplicable feeling welled up from the bottom of her heart. The burning hot emotion came quickly and fiercely.
She couldn't resist.
In the business world, a man who was decisive and cold in his actions was cold and ruthless in everyone's eyes.
However, at this moment, he had lowered his posture and lowered his eyes. Those black eyes that had always reflected indifference were also rippling with emotions, making people intoxicated.
"Have you thought about it over the next few days?" he asked in a low voice.
Ning Qing's fingers tightened around her skirt, and her pink fingertips pressed on it, leaving behind traces of green and white.
She was a little hoarse. I, ran ran, don't know.
Accompanied by intense palpitations and panic that overflowed from her throat, her eyes kept dodging.