Qin Mu: "..."
Qin Mu's gaze fell on his uniquely flamboyant convertible not far away… The woman sitting in the passenger seat… seriously watching the Eiffel Tower, then once again letting her gaze settle on the sketchpad before her...
Such coincidence.
He hadn't expected that even on the street, he would run into...
Qin Mu's Cadillac was still speeding along when the driver, noticing Qin Mu's unreadable expression and unchanging composure, silently pulled the car over to the roadside.
After all… she was the Qin Family's young mistress… Seeing her on the road, how could he not say hello?
Qin Mu's thin lips pressed together slightly; despite being busy with work these days…
The woman's figure had a way of appearing fleetingly in his mind, impossible to drive away.
Qin Mu's long black eyes narrowed slightly as his senses caught the faint fragrance that seemed to linger on her.
...
