Rosa stared blankly at Tang Yanqing, forgetting what she should say for a moment.
It was all because the sunlight was too strong earlier, the reflection on the windshield blurred her vision, so she didn't realize that the person in the car was wearing a police uniform.
What she didn't expect at all was the appearance of the person in front of her.
His police uniform was supposed to symbolize justice, but the sunglasses on his face and the cigarette in his red lips exuded a deadly charm. These contradictory qualities merged perfectly on him, making her unable to breathe.
She even began to regret, even hate her earlier behavior. At this moment, she could only try her best to make amends.
She changed her loud voice, tossed her long hair, and said softly, "Hi, Mr. Tang. My name is Rosa..."
Tang Yanqing held the cigarette with his lips, slowly curled the corner of his mouth.
