That must be the ingredients Rachel Bailey prepared for his breakfast, right?
Diana Powell had actually trampled them into a mess!
Turning around, Hansen Ruiz faced Diana Powell.
His face still wore an air of gentleness, even carrying a hint of a smile, but that smile gave Diana Powell a chilling sensation, as cold as the current temperature, biting and frosty.
"Miss Powell, can you explain what exactly is going on here?"
Hansen Ruiz's questioning was extremely mild, as if he wasn't the one who had just hit someone.
Rachel Bailey stood by, a suppressed laugh in her eyes. This man, being called a smiling tiger, was truly fitting. Even though he felt like tearing Diana Powell apart, he could still wear a smile on his face. His questions were so gentle that one might think he lacked masculinity if they didn't know any better.
The Shopping Mall was bustling with people coming and going. Everyone cast unusual glances at the trio, but no one stopped to watch.
