Jin Yan looked at the man who barged into the dressing room, wearing a very formal suit, straight and handsome.
She had already known that the current Tao Siran was no longer the teenager plagued with senioritis, but she hadn't expected him to be so charming now, with those alluring eyes that seemed to captivate the soul.
Deep and mysterious like an ancient well, his emotions unreadable.
If it were before, Jin Yan definitely wouldn't have shown him a friendly face; she would either be scowling or looking cold.
But right now, she couldn't maintain a cold face.
Because Tao Siran at this moment wasn't staring at her gloomily, as if wishing to pierce a hole in her out of deep hatred; instead, he had a slight smirk, his gaze looking at her with some complexity.
Seemingly conflicted over something, considering something?
What was he plotting? Jin Yan couldn't help but ponder.
