C153 I Can't Satisfy You

I knocked on Qin Muyan's office door. It was rare to see a workaholic like Qin Muyan sitting on the sofa in front of the French window drinking coffee. His long legs were casually crossed, revealing a small part of his neck. He was elegant, mature, and incomparably noble.

After hearing the commotion, he turned around and looked at me indifferently. He didn't say anything