C149 He Nearly Knocked His Head on the Table

"Ruan Xiaomo."

Jin Liehfeng called her name and stared at her without blinking. His deep eyes were filled with coldness and a desire to control himself.

He sat across the long table from Ruan Xiaomo, dressed in his off-duty hand-tailored suit, iron-gray with a cool glow in the lamplight, his dark shirt wrapped around his full, solid chest