C39 I Hate This Pair of Black-rimmed Glasses

With just a glance, Qin Zhen could read Lu Shaonan's mind.

"It's only been a month anyway." Qin Zhenyan opened the back door and got in.

Lu Shaonan tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He looked at Qin Zhen through the rearview mirror with a gaze as cold as a knife.

Nie Tian wasn't sure if Qin Zhen was intentionally disgusting him, but she had put on her pair of thick