"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
As Yan Qingcheng's smile hadn't faded, Qin Hao cupped his hands and walked inside.
Yan Qingcheng's smile disappeared; no one had ever walked away from her so decisively.
Playing hard to get? Definitely not. At the very least, Yan Qingcheng could sense that this guy named Qin Hao genuinely wanted to avoid her.
Qin Hao did it on purpose for a simple reason: he'd interacted with many women, and Yan Qingcheng gave him a very dangerous feeling.
So, Qin Hao wanted to stay as far away from her as possible, best not to provoke her.
"Clever little guy."
At this moment, Yan Qingcheng reacted, revealing a smile as she chased after him.
Qin Hao was reading a book; when he saw Yan Qingcheng coming after him, his expression stiffened slightly, and he said with a forced smile, "Senior, what a coincidence, we meet again."