Han Tianyang's mouth twitched, his expression turning slightly ugly. Instead of answering Qin Lan's words, he zoned out, wondering what kind of relationship existed between the two of them.
Facing Han Tianyang, Qin Lan still wore a gentle smile. Yet within that gentle smile, there was an implied keep-your-distance, as if she deliberately intended to put some space between herself and Han Tianyang.
It was Han Tianyang's first time seeing Qin Lan in person, and her sudden appearance at this moment first startled him, then caused his eyes to lock straight onto her.
His gaze remained fixed on Qin Lan, unable to pull itself away no matter what.
Han Tianyang could be considered a man who had seen countless women. However, Qin Lan was the most unique, most charismatic person he had ever laid eyes on—none excepted, truly one of a kind.
Perhaps people's tastes differed; he also felt An Qing was acceptable, but he felt Qin Lan was just uniquely striking.
Seeing the other party staring at her like that, Qin Lan did not get angry either. She merely shifted a little bit closer to Ling Yun's side on purpose, pressing right up against Ling Yun.
Ling Yun and Qin Lan were sitting on the same sofa, so contact between the two of them was very easy.
Seeing this, and watching as Qin Lan and Ling Yun's relationship truly seemed extraordinary, Han Tianyang's eyebrows immediately knitted together. The look he directed at Ling Yun grew even more hostile.
Well done, you bastard Ling Yun, he thought to himself. You really have a way with women, don't you? All those beauties seem to have some kind of connection to you.
*Just what is so great about a fellow like you? Aren't you just a bit handsome? You're nothing more than