Second Chances at the Crossroads Chapter 11

Maybe it’s because Gu Qing rarely wore formal attire when he had just finished his business, with both hands in his trouser pockets, his suit jacket slung on his arms, and the dark shirt wrapped in a straight line, tucked into his trousers, looking two long legs. It’s shameful.

The eyelids are slightly drooping, the dark eyes are still carelessly sleepy, and there is also a kind of tiredness of “such obvious things, please move your little head and don’t let me speak”.

Quinn asked tentatively: “Is that set of jewelry yours?”

“No.”

“Oh.”