An Yiqing turned to see who it was, and the visitor turned out to be Duan Jingning's third son, Duan Ziqing!
With a slight raise of her brows, An Yiqing discreetly sized up Duan Ziqing. Wearing a white polo shirt on top, white trousers below, and beige handcrafted leather shoes, his outfit clearly suggested high value. For some reason, An Yiqing always associated Duan Ziqing with Guh Siqi. She felt these two were quite similar, both exuding a certain playboy air. Yet, compared to the somewhat reserved Guh Siqi, this Duan Ziqing seemed more like a spoiled heir.
"Mr. Duan, what a coincidence," An Yiqing nodded slightly, her demeanor polite yet distant.
Duan Ziqing curled his lips into a smile, seemingly unfazed by An Yiqing's coldness. He stepped forward, leaned down, and brought his face close to An Yiqing, gazing at her with eyes full of interest.
