An elegant woman in a business suit, her accessories sparkling in the sunlight—the very picture of a desirable, chic urbanite.
But while her perfect face was smiling, her eyes held an imperceptible chill.
Qiao An approached as if she hadn't noticed a thing. She refilled the coffee cup and replied politely, "I'm just a girl who does odd jobs around the shop. He's a successful man. Why would he be interested in me?"
Her words instantly silenced the room. The man's expression darkened as he shot a displeased look at the woman with the pinky ring.
"Du Lijun, you told me she was the owner here—young and rich. That's the only reason I agreed to come. How did she suddenly become a girl who does odd jobs?"
Still holding the coffee pot, Qiao An arched a brow, looking at the woman with the pinky ring, Du Lijun, with a completely innocent expression.
