Chapter 63
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Nangong Jin furrowed his brows, and his eagle-like eyes darkened.
The young man's expression was completely different from before.
If Jiang Yanci had looked at him with a cold and probing gaze before, now he was completely indifferent.
There was even a bit of perverted evil in his eyes, like a lone wolf's scarlet gaze.
Even the receptionist next to him was in a state of confusion and shock.
This, this, this …
Was this the same Young Master Jiang who was clingy in front of the CEO and cold and distant behind others?
It turned out that in addition to his cold and distant silence, he also had such a dark and deep side.
The receptionist couldn't help but cover her mouth.
Too …
Too f * cking … cool!
He was simply a ferocious little wolf dog!
Then, the young man lowered his eyes, and the evil and perverted look disappeared in the next moment.
The young man turned around coldly and walked into the elevator.
While waiting for the elevator to open, Jiang Yanci suddenly turned around and looked at Nangong Jin with a cold and indifferent expression.
"I don't want you to appear in front of Qingqing again. I hope this is the last time I see you."
The young man's dark eyes still had a hint of perverseness. His eyes were like a deep pool, sinking into the depths of the pool.
Just being stared at by the young man made one's body stiffen and fall into a state of panic and fear.
At that moment, the invisible pressure made Nangong Jin feel like he was looking at the Grim Reaper.
He knew that he was warning him.
He wasn't joking.
If he appeared in front of Shen Wanqing again, he …
Would not let him go.
As his voice fell, the elevator door opened with a "ding — —" sound.
The young man walked into the elevator with graceful steps.
When the elevator door closed, Nangong Jin, who was frozen in fear, moved his fingers slightly.
The wind blew, and his back felt cold. It was wet with sweat.
Even his palms were sweaty, and his face turned pale.
His mouth was dry, and Nangong Jin swallowed his saliva.
He wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief.
After the fear in his heart dissipated, Nangong Jin looked at the receptionist viciously and asked in an unpleasant tone.
"Who is he?"
The receptionist came back to her senses and looked at Nangong Jin with dissatisfaction.
She seemed to be blaming him for interrupting her fantasy.
Nangong Jin: …
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