Several times, Xia Yinian thought that Gu Beicheng really liked her, but after each fantasy, the answer she got was that he only liked her body.
Her heart was so conflicted, Xia Yinian didn't want to waste any more time on this matter.
But why did she encounter such a dramatic incident while coming here for a makeup trial?
Knowing that the person in front of her was indeed Uncle, Xia Yinian still couldn't accept it.
A fashion hat, black framed glasses, a white T-shirt, jeans, complemented by a makeup case.
This is Seventh Young Master, who would believe it?
"Let go of me! Xia Chuxue has been assassinated, I really need to go back now," Xia Yinian once again tried to pull her hand back from his grasp.
"Okay, I'll take you back."
Gu Beicheng did release her hand, but then he directly pulled her into his embrace.
"You..." Xia Yinian looked up at him, frowning.
