The young man was dressed in a loose black T-shirt with letters, his long legs wrapped in cropped jeans, standing with his black high-top sneakers crossed.
The fringe on his forehead was let down, slightly reducing his cold aura. On his handsome and seductive face, his sharp eyebrows were stern, and his phoenix eyes stared forward without any emotion; his thin lips lightly pressed together, arms crossed in front of his chest, lazily leaning against the sofa backrest.
Coming out of the walk-in closet, Bi Xia was momentarily stunned upon seeing Qin Zhan, then burst out laughing.
Qin Zhan at this moment was different from his usual suited demeanor, which always added a bit of steadiness and sternness to him. Now, he looked much more approachable, his simple casual outfit adding a touch of rebelliousness and indifference to his look.
