Qin Mutian's attention was all focused on Han Xi just now. Now that Que Nanqing stood in front of Han Xi, he noticed this literary-looking man.
He raised his hand, signaling the person pushing him to stop.
His gaze stayed on Que Nanqing for only a second before returning to Han Xi, with attachment and concentration.
"Of course, I have something to tell you."
"Just ten minutes, okay?"
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