Wanhua Building.
The fierce noon sunlight descended from above.
Even though it was still late January, a series of warm days had caused the temperature to rise significantly, and ordinary people had shed one or two pieces of clothing.
Jiang Ning looked at Lin Qingyi, who sat gracefully in front of him, and was momentarily speechless.
"Sit down, why are you standing?" Lin Qingyi sprawled on the wicker chair, placing her legs on the stool in front of her, causing her long, smooth skirt to slip to her knees, revealing a reflective portion of her calf.
Jiang Ning sat down opposite Lin Qingyi.
Just as he raised his head, he stood up again, coughed, and walked toward the chair beside Lin Qingyi.
Because just now, his angle of view was quite problematic.
At this moment, Lin Qingyi seemed to realize something was amiss.
She instinctively brought her legs together, then lowered them from the stool.
After feigning composure and clearing her throat, she finally spoke.
