Here.
444 answered in a hushed voice, as if afraid that man might hear him.
Su Qiao's eyes shifted. She stood up, shook out her long black hair that fell to her chest, and muttered:
"Hmph, I knew it! That bastard only covets my beauty. So shallow! No substance! Pathetic!"
Stroking her smooth, tender cheek, she wore a sorrowful expression. "Sigh, why did this lady have to be so beautiful that it's unsafe?"
444's little body trembled: Host, could you stop being so narcissistic?
It was practically covered in goosebumps, okay?
Su Qiao patted her white wide-legged trousers and arched her lovely smoky brows: Could it be that I'm not beautiful?
If she really wasn't beautiful, why had the man she just schemed into leaving become so anxious the moment he heard her say she was going for plastic surgery?
He had acted as though she were about to commit murder and arson.
...Beautiful. As for Su Qiao's current face, 444 really couldn't bring himself to lie.
Besides, he didn't dare say she was ugly, either.
What if he ended up as a bald cat?
Su Qiao turned around. The instant she lifted her foot...
"Come on, tell me which room is mine."
She had already looked around earlier. This was a three-bedroom apartment with a living room.
The décor was simple and clear, and it looked fairly comfortable.
The room at the front on the right is yours. Your man lives in the room on the left, and the room directly opposite yours belongs to the female lead, Chen Jue.
"The female lead?"
Heh, they had all ended up living together?
Looks like this little apartment was going to get lively.
Su Qiao naturally walked into her bedroom.
A certain tall, thin young man gently closed the door, a