The man who entered was dressed in an expensive three-piece plaid business suit, but contrasting with this luxurious attire was the fact that he was carrying a packaged Cantonese breakfast.
He walked in as if he was returning to his own home.
Quan Jin's expression subtly darkened. Not only did he not open the door, but there was also no sound of a doorbell, clearly indicating that the person entered by entering the password or using fingerprint access.
He entered her home so casually.
And he was a man in a suit, looking extremely mature.
At this moment, in the living room.
The two men faced each other.
Quan Jin's face instantly turned cold.
To him, if the person who came in was a man under fifteen or over eighty, he might not look so cold, and would instead ask in a normal tone whether the person was Gu Xueli's brother, grandfather, or father.
But the man who appeared looked no older than twenty-five, very young and handsome.
In an instant, Quan Jin felt the pressure.
