Shen Jianian felt a bit baffled because she had never met Qin Fan before, let alone dealt with him. She simply couldn't comprehend why he suddenly stopped her.
She directly ignored him, picked up the phone on the table, and walked away, not wanting to engage at all.
Perhaps because she deeply disliked Qin Zhongtian, she had a poor impression of everyone in the Qin Family, especially this man whose frivolous gaze seemed particularly rakish.
"Hey, don't leave, I haven't finished talking."
Qin Fan, who had never been so unwelcome in front of any girl before, quickly stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette on the trash can lid and took a step to block Shen Jianian's way.
Shen Jianian looked alert: "What do you want?"
She glanced around, mentally prepared to scream at the first sign of trouble.
