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
