Qiao Nian wasn't in a hurry to leave.
She was still replying to messages with her head lowered as she went on her way, seeming to be waiting for someone.
A black Buick slid to a stop in front of her when she reached the curb.
The car door opened, but the person sitting inside didn't get out. A pair of sharp eyes stared at Qiao Nian's face, and the air was filled with oppression.
"Miss Qiao, I'm He Congming. Shall we talk?"
The He family had an improper background and lived a life of bloodshed.
He Congming naturally had a murderous aura that was different from ordinary people.
This murderous aura was quite scary. At least, the younger people would avoid him fearfully every time they saw him. They didn't dare to provoke him at all.
However, He Congming realized that the girl in front of him was not intimidated in the least. She seemed to be mocking him casually.
She ignored him immediately.
It wasn't until she leisurely replied to a message that she looked at him.
Then, she slowly stuffed her phone into her pocket and raised the brim of her cap, revealing dark and cold eyes.
There was a bottomless coldness in them, arrogant and surly.
He Congming was stunned.
This girl...
Qiao Nian pulled down the brim of her cap to cover her eyes and said very casually, "Master He, what do you want to talk to me about?"
He Congming recovered from his initial shock. He did not even realize that his aura had involuntarily decreased. "Ahem, then I'll just say it.
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